Real life is much too slower than a movie. Who should I blame - the life, the movie or the me?
Most times in life, a week seems too long and yet 2 years seem really short. Einstein said "Time is an illusion" and indeed it is. 2 years of feeling in an upheaval makes it go by fast and a week of drudging makes it go slow.
Unlike a movie, the zillion stories in life reveal themselves a lot later and usually once the frantic activity is over. Or is it that a frantic activity makes us less capable of objectively listening to the stories that give a new perspective in life? Why is it only during introspective hours that things seem a lot clearer? Feelings are messy, unorganized, illogical and have the amazing ability to turn everything upside down more worse than a rollercoaster. Yet, we cannot do without them?
Ergo, humans are not the smartest beings. Such du'uhs!
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