This past year, I thought about “time” quite a bit.
In June and September, two of my college roommates got married, and their wedding ceremonies became an occasion for the four roommates to get together for the first time in years. As we bantered much in the same way as we had in college, I had the greatly satisfying revelation that these kinds of friendship transcend the passage of time.
That, though, was a unique moment, for I felt the passage of time even more acutely in 2017 than in years past. A couple of years ago, I asked a relative of mine who acts far too old for his age what I can do to slow down the passage of time. Rather than respond, he wisecracked that the reason time moved so fast for me was because I looked forward to too many things. If I complain to him that 2017 went even faster than usual, no doubt he`ll quip that I`m enjoying my everyday far too much.
With that, I can`t disagree. Professionally, I`ve become so acclimated to Amazon that it`s hard to believe it`s only been a year and a half since I joined the company. In terms of hobbies, I finally found a partner with whom I can regularly play Japanese chess, overhauled my blog for the first time in eight years and volunteered at a campaign after the Japanese prime minister called snap elections, and in between, I enjoyed a lot of time with family and friends.
But as fulfilling as the year has been, I often found myself thinking about a line from “Timecop,” the classic 1994 Jean-Claude Van Damme movie. “There is never enough time,” Van Damme observes in the film, and it was hard for me to escape that feeling throughout the year.