I just barely sit down on my twenty minute break, before I know it, I’ve only got less than ten minutes left and I think where’s the time go, but then I think time, it goes far too fast.
I think the older you get the faster time goes. When you are a child, you can’t wait till you grow up and move out. Once you turn eighteen, you rent your own apartment or move into a dorm room at college. Then twenty five rolls around, you either love your independence or you start thinking of ways to move back home. Thirty and unless you are married, you could be back in your old bedroom, staring at the pink walls that used to hold your innocence and you wonder where did the time go. After thirty, time just keeps speeding past you as you try to slow down and savor the minutes of your depressing life and before you know it, that twenty minute break that used to be the highlight of your work day feels life five as you close up your computer, put away your headphones and get ready to go back to the same work you’ve been doing for the past six years, that same job that you took as a summer job to pull you through college until you get a job in your own field, but that was before this recession happened and now no one is hiring and if you quit your job, you’ll be out on the streets.
Yeah, breaks aren’t nearly long enough, you sit down, turn on your computer, put on your headphones and before you know it you are back in the same old workplace.
Oh Well!