measurement

525,600 minutes

That’s how many minutes there are in a year, if it weren’t for the song Seasons of Love, I wouldn’t have bothered to count.

Doesn’t that figure make you think? There are so many minutes in a year, what have we done with them?  Have we done anything meaningful with them? Did we waste them away slowly one by one? I probably did.

How do you measure a year?

Another interesting line, don’t cha think so? Which is part of why I like that song a lot, it has meaning, unlike the loud songs nowadays.

I read somewhere that everybody in this world exists, but not all lives. Do you understand what was implied? All of us exists, we exist everyday going about doing our what we’re supposed to do. Be it attending classes, going to work or just sitting around doing nothing. We exist. But to live, I believe, is another matter.

Life is too short to be wasting time doing something we don’t like. But the sad reality is, a lot of us are because it is ‘the right thing to do’. We might absolutely hate the university we’re studying in, or the company we’re working for. We hate it but we endure it because it is the right thing to do. Do study and get a degree and that will lead to a supposed better life in the future. It’s so sad that we’re bounded by such obligations. How tragic.