It’s true what they say (whoever “they” are)—it seems time speeds up as you get older. And it starts to feel like you’re trying to hold time back, like you’re trying to get ahold of it to slow it down. Maybe that’s why I try not to be in a hurry—I don’t want to add to the rush. Yah, that’s it.
Maybe that’s why sometimes when the opportunity exists to put on some music, as a distraction from the task at hand or to fill the silence, I refrain from doing so, because I know time will pass more quickly and I don’t want that to happen. I’ve spent parts of the last two days painting walls and woodwork. I could have cued up some CDs and blasted some tunes, but I chose not to. I worked in total silence, except to listen to what was going on outside—the occasional traffic noise, birds singing.
The perfect opportunity to play some music, and I decide not to. Partly because I can’t decide what to play, but also because I prefer not to rush the unfolding of the day.
And, honestly, I don’t mind the silence.
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