Maybe in the future...

I hate to say this every year.

Time flies. And it's travelling faster each time your internet speed gets a boost. More things are done through the internet, when productivity is up, more work is done and we spend more time doing things that are redundant and end up realising that another year has passed and worrying about falling into the abyss of the next decade.

When do we ever have enough time.

Time was never a measurement in the past.

People don't have watches, people don't get up in the morning at 6am, and travel to work. People don't know that they were late for 5mins or 15mins for it wasn't measured in 60 secs a min, 60 minutes in an hour, and 365 days in a year.

There I am spending some of my precious bedtime writing down my thoughts for myself, my wife, my future kids, whoever is reading it. I might get dementia along the way, and the internet is really a good way for recollection of past memories. Who knows in 100 years time, this post might still be read by the 100 years after "you". Or the internet might not be called the internet by then. People might be habitating in other new discovered earths along the milky way and all interconnected and communicating not via undersea-bed wires but beams of light that might be called the "outernet". Maybe in the future, we do not even have to use our fingers to type at all.

I looked myself in the mirror and I couldn't find myself appearing to say goodbye to my twenties. Twenties seems like an golden age to live in. An adventure, and a discovery of lots of new things. And a sudden load of responsibilities. I couldn't find any change in my face except my tummy and my butt. Spooky but maybe true, I seemed like Benjamin Button.

Joking. I wouldn't want to get younger day by day and see my loved ones aging and pass me by. It would be such a torture.

Some people go in search for eternity, forever youthfulness. Maybe in 100 years later, people might be celebrating their 200th or 300th birthday and not having a slight hint of wrinkle across the face. They will be outliving their houses and rats, and getting stucked in a job for 200 years doing the same thing doesn't seem exciting to me.

At least for now, I have spent my one and a half year on the same job. I applaud myself for being able to learn how to put up with bastards, hence cultivating my personality and preserverance that would be beneficial for the long run.

I am now a doctor, in printers exactly. Passed my housemanship and now I know everything about my patients. Whether they stop moving because their brain has stopped, whether they have red blinking lights. Or when to call it a D.O.A. when it has gone out of its usefulness, out of its power. At least this is the way of reminding myself how lucky I am be employed and be of use in this terrible economic crisis where layoffs are larger than the huge heaps of clothes displayed in a warehouse sale.

I once told myself before that I want to be a millionaire before 30. Looks I have to hurry.

And it's 4am now. I have to hurry to bed.

Darn, the invention of time.