Originally posted on February 17, 2010 at 4:40 PM
I feel like life goes so fast. I’m busy, and I don’t have time to do all I want to do. And the scary thing is, there are many more people even busier than I am. How is anyone supposed to get things done?
How the hell do people have time for children? Even in ten years or so, when we reach the age where we want kids, I can’t imagine being less busy than I am now. It’s a snowball effect. How can you bring a child into the world knowing that? It’s exhausting to me to even think of it. God bless good parents who find a way to do it anyway.
People say money can’t buy happiness, but it sure seems like it helps. Families where only one parent has to work have a significant advantage toward happiness over others. So I think that’s the goal: to make enough money now to be able to do that in ten years. But then there’s the argument over who’s the one to quit their job…
I can’t even go through my To Do List on a regular basis. Not just the extravagant stuff, even the “daily” chores don’t all get done every day. And the longer I live the more behind I get, so I don’t see how things will ever improve. I drink at least one Dr. Pepper a day just to keep up. I know it’s not just me; other people feel this way too. They get behind, they pay their taxes for 2008 in 2010.
Doesn’t it seem like the whole world is incurring a time debt? It’s like the US and spending, only with actions instead of money. How can we ever catch up at this rate? Inflation in personal goals and accomplishments means we expect more today than they ever did a century (or even a decade) ago. All it does is make us tired of not living up to expectations during the day and want to sleep even more at night. As if we can “store up” on sleep to take us through the crazy lists of things we create for ourselves.
How can we ever catch up?
It would have to be a global movement to slow down. Everyone would have to agree. And that’s not going to happen, because we’re raised and programmed in our own time, and most people can’t let go of that. I know I’m not going to be the first one to burn my metaphorical cash. So instead, let’s all just be… exhausted and unhappy?
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