I have a new theory: our big life decisions automate our little life decisions.
For example, let's say you get married. This dictates, in large part, how and with whom you will spend most of your days. And when you know how and with whom you will spend most of your days, you don't need to answer that question. One decision automated a bunch of little ones.
That's why time flew by when we were kids. It’s also because we were having fun with our friends, and we didn’t have a care in the world, and we weren’t yet aware of all the things we now KNOW we don’t know. But, for the most part, it was because our decisions were made for us.
Our perception of time, then, slowed down when we reached teenhood because we were forced to make big decisions for the first time. Decisions like… Who am I? What do I believe? What do I value? What is my purpose? What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of MY life?
But the real problem begins in adulthood when we have answered these questions and gotten comfortable-ish in our own skin. Sometimes we get too comfortable... sometimes we stop making decisions altogether… sometimes instead of DOING the automating, we end up BEING automated.
That’s when we look back on our lives and wonder where all the time has gone. That’s when we experience the pain and the regret and the mid-life crises. That’s when we realize that we haven’t been living life so much as observing it.
So slow down, dear reader... press pause... breathe... think... and when you’re ready...
Decide with care.