Slow Motion

Dear Self,

Time is flying by. I don’t even remember my age when the assistant at the doctor’s asked. I had to subtract the year I was born from 2025 to provide the answer. It’s that age where you suddenly shock yourself by wondering how you got from point A to B. What happened between those two points? Why don’t I remember? I hope it’s a problem that most people have. Otherwise, I might be tackling a mental issue that I do not intend on addressing.

I guess I’m too occupied with the phone, loading my head with useless data, hoping to find something useful. I think I need to stop that. For once, I went for a drive without any music — just me and my thoughts. I really enjoyed that. I felt happy, and time didn’t pass me by. I want to enjoy my family and be happy. I don’t want a precious moment to pass me by without savouring that perfect moment.

I am okay about being a speck of dust in this vast universe, which includes Pluto (unlike our solar system, which refuses to credit it as a planet). I am not trying to find meaning in life or the afterlife. I’m just a guy who wants to slow down and appreciate being a speck of dust and savour every second, every moment, and every memory.

Don’t die wondering.

Yours sincerely,

Guy Wearing Shorts