Time is really a measure of one's experiences in life.
Oh I don't mean that in any scientific sense, but rather a metaphysical one.
True we as humans measure length of time in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, etc. And yes many of actually debated what time really is from a philosophical sense.
But I think of this way - an experience happens from one point in time, to another. In most societies, the 'time' in that sense is the starting and ending points from either duration, or within a chronological set of points (i.e. on December 14th, 2015, from 7-9 AM, someone had a big dump). But the starting and end points, don't describe what happened at all.
The time is really what took place in that experience, how painful it might have been, how relieved one may have felt when it ended.
Anyways, why I am talking shit?
Well, the more I see friends and colleagues both at work, and in the industry being 'obsoleted' by their employers, the more I'm reminded that the measure of time in one's life is truly limited. It's the experiences inside that time that really is one's life. Make the most of your choices.
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