Albert Einstein once said:

>“When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.”


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Sometimes, time relativity hits me like a tiny but very heavy brick, on to my stubborn head. Sure, I'm no match for Einstein, but I do really feel him and his need for exploring time and it's relativity. Did he wake up one morning, and thought: "Ok, something is off. That went by too fast, let's explore!" Are we learning someones overthinking all these years?

I remember the feeling when I was little, the sheer desire to grow up as fast as I could, sparkle in my (even then) big eyes when someone says "Oh look how big you got!". I would climb on every chair, imagining how would it feel to be that tall. It looks like, with my 180 cm height, I visualized it a little too much.

Everything around me was available later or tomorrow, next week or never. It all looked same to me, not there right away when I wanted it. 



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Silly point of view, now when I look back to my childhood years. I often sit at the end of the day with my child, being a grownup for a few hours, maybe write or read a bit, but it sometimes ends in endless talking with my husband about, well everything and anything. The years went by so fast, that it sometimes looks as my whole life just lasted a second. Where are those endless hours of studying, sleepless nights and boring moments? I have a pretty good memory, but it always looks a bit blurry and a mere seconds of being lost forever.

Past is a relative, sneaky thing, stretching in time you live it and rushing in your mind when you think about it. Your memories are so susceptible to change the more you think about it, that sometimes I wonder if certain things ever happened to me or did I just created a memory of it from stories I heard over the years. We all have those small, but meaningful existential crisis, but it's the children of our own that make us wonder even more.

My kid still has no concept of time and sure enough, I'm not even able to explain with certainty what the meaning of *tomorrow* or *later* is. Kids have this amazing ability to live in the moment and caring only about the present tense. He doesn't care if he fell down yesterday, that for sure won't stop him from running around the same spot today. Yesterday was so long ago, that his little brain already forgot it ever happened. Nothing is stopping the little ones from exploring and learning, yesterday is just another lesson on the road, it's never an obstacle.   


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We gather experiences and memories over the years, making them often a fundamental part of everything we are. Vise man once said 
>"You think you are what you gathered in experience so far." 

But is that all? Are we just a gathering of days behind us or can we alter the future by simply restarting our way of thinking. If we stayed in the mindset of a child, who falls and trips, but never stops walking, we would for sure go much further.

With love,
Tamara