Just read "The Timekeeper" by Mitch Albom, with a meaning moral story about how human beings started counting time and spend time counting time instead of living it. It is refreshing to be reading a fable at this age, and certainly added imagination to my life.
A couple of jobs had been cancelled recently hence I've been rather free today. To kill time I started an in-dept research on the psychology topic which we are conducting a study on in China. Doing that the whole day, I did not notice that time simply fly pass and the day has ended!
No wonder there was once Et remarked that I don't seem to age, saying that in the Mary's world, it is so slow and zen that aging takes place at the same retarded pace. What if that is true? It would mean that if I don't count time, I would have nothing much accomplished in this life. Or I will live a long life and do things over extended period of time. Whatever that means, its just make the moral of the story inappropriate to me. I need to count my time!
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