Time is an incredible thing and something that, even as I’m able to enjoy more and more of it, feels as though it makes less and less sense. If Dazed and Confused were to be made today, it would depict students who graduated high school in 2007. There was a functioning Residential School in Canada at the same time Michael Jordan starred in Space Jam. Sidney Crosby scored ‘The Golden Goal’ nearly 15 years ago. Y2K was a quarter century ago. Tony Hawk is a grandpa.
Time, my friends, is nothing more than a jumbled wreck of memories and factoids that all coagulate together into a mass of fleeting existential significance. Excuse me while I laugh uncomfortably until my back cracks.
That Einstein; big time guy. He theorized and proved that the rate of which time passes is relative to your frame of reference. That ultimately means time may be interpreted depending on the circumstances of individual experiences. The passing of time feels, and literally is, different in the
eyes and minds of different people. Adding to that, I think your frame of reference may positively influence your perception of time if you’re enjoying yourself. Time flies when you’re havin’ fun, they say.
Pondering my own frame of reference, I’ve been trying to slow down and embrace the present for a second. In these jolted moments of reflection I’ve been met with some truly eye-opening opportunities to feel gratitude – there’s just no other way to put it. I’m grateful for the past decade of my life. I recall pulling Jesse’s Rrampt first business card off the stairwell wall at the old Bean Cellar when it was a fledgling digital blog – ironically in a location we would later find ourselves leaseholders, noting ‘maybe I should give this guy a call.’ I was 26, broke, and oh-so naive to what was to come. I’m grateful for picking up that card.
I want to implore you to realize this for yourself and implant this welcome, and perhaps incomplete, psychological impasse into your own life. Let time go – if you’re enjoying your time, it’ll go quickly. Savour what you can, and show yourself some love; if you’re one to look over your
shoulder all the time like me, make sure it’s to admire the splendour of your own ass once in a while. You’re worth it, babe.
In what’s surely my shortest Last Words, I want this one to stick with you. I hope it resonates and you have the clarity to tell yourself, ‘time is flying – I guess I’m doing alright. That Einstein knows what’s up.’
