Albert Einstein theory of relativity is hauntingly beautiful. Time passes at different speeds depending on the place you are or how fast you are moving. I became hilariously obsessed with time because most of my home library is filled with books trying to make sense of time. Is it an illusion? Or just a social construct… a measurement to simplify the complex universe we live in?
Until this day, I am not certain why I became obsessed with time. Do I want more of it? Or my hardwire-human curiosity just craves a concrete explanation of it?
You may be thinking, what does this conversation have to do with the title of this blog? And to be honest when I tried to write it, I deleted and rewrote the first paragraph several times because my brain could not help itself but to keep exploring and trying to explain relativity.
To answer your question, and some of mine, I needed to make sense of my obsession called “time.”
Humans want more time with their loved ones, and now that I have been married to my wife for one year my curiosity about time resurfaced. I pulled out some books about time I already read and started reading them again.
Three hundred and Sixty-Five days ago I was saying yes to a beautiful woman and then I blinked, and I woke up next to her six months pregnant. Pregnant with a beautiful little girl I cannot wait to meet. Albert Einstein in his theory of relativity didn’t mention that the older you get, time also moves more rapidly. I look back and see my whole life… all thirty four years. It seems like a long time. However, when I look forward to my next thirty-four years they seem to be just around the corner. I can already picture my daughter, who still has three months to be born, saying goodbye on her way to college. I can vision myself at fifty-five retiring and following just my passion for writing, I can see my little brother playing for the NBA, and my little sister becoming a great actress. I can see my parents being great grandparents for my daughter. All of this in a flash.
After two decades of reading about time, I concluded that time is a bitch making fun of me and prepping an invoice to be sent to me when I am on my deathbed.
I understood that I need to stop focusing on making sense of time and focusing more on how I spend it with the ones I love. At the end of the day, our life span in the universe is a zeptosecond or less in the life span of the universe itself and in the grand scheme of things no one will remember me but those I spend the time with. Starting today, I will try to read less books about time because not even these Theoretical Scientists with PHDs can make sense of it. I vow to enjoy that time I have left (hopefully six to seven more decades) with my wife, my daughter, and family, because that is what truly matters.
Elizabeth Bastidas Pineda, I know that for many of my readers this particular blog may seem a little strange, convoluted, complicated and for many nonsensical, but I know that you understand it perfectly because you have the ability to understand how this crazy brain works. We have been married for a year, and even though I said earlier that I blinked, and I woke up next to you pregnant, I look back carefully and It truly feels like a lifetime full of joy. We have done and achieved so much in such a short period of time. And every year coming we will make it that way. Time is relative.
I love you and my daughter Luna Isabel Reyna Bastidas Pineda so much!
Happy 1st year Anniversary, Pickle.
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