Mr.Reak
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So I had a chance to visit Russia again, during Spring Brake. Seems like my Spring Brakes are always spend somewhere else, in Japan last year, this year in small town called Dubna. That’s where I come from, been last time there five years ago. I guess my childhood memory remembers it as being perfect, which it is not of course.
Anyway, point of this, is how time moves much slower there. I visit my grandma, who sadly doesn’t remember me, my fat cat and uncle. One thing that made me realize how fast we move here, in USA. I am going to university, so weekdays consist of wake-up at 7am, taking shower, checking e-mail, relaxing in front of PS2 for little bit and rushing off to BART (ala subway system) at 9:00am. While sitting in the train for 40 minutes, I usually do some kind of homework or research. Reading books or doing quick sketches, doesn’t matter. So in university until evening, by the time I come home, I am already thinking about next day, what I should do, how I should maximize my output per minute and some other rubbish. Basically, much of my last 2 years spend in constant rush, I am 20 years old and almost done with 4-year university.
To my surprise, when I came to visit my relatives in Russia, seemed like everything just stopped. It’s a small town, my Uncle told me “why rush, if you have another sixty years ahead of you.” Well, surely there are many reasons, I need to have steady job by 25, house by 30 and so on. “Well great, but look at you, you can’t even sit in one place for a minute.” Uncle was talking to me, while cooking, which took him about two or three hours. He just liked talking and cooking at the same time. Atrocity, he dares to waste three hours on cooking a dish that would take me 30 minutes to do! How can he do that, why isn’t he hurrying?
This was my first day of Spring Brake, yet I still was in fast-paced mode. Every minute not spend doing something productive felt like a waste. I tell you what thought, with a help of my uncle, I was able to relax. Last three days were the best three days for the past 5 years, I tell you that. There is something amazing waking up in the morning, taking everything slowly, going outside and enjoying fresh air. My uncle is a poor guy, however he still got all his hair on his head, he is very relaxed and has no worries. God, do I wish to enjoy life like he does.
Well, here I am, back to society and again, I am back to my old rushing self. So here is a question to you, do you feel our society is very fast-paced? We rich our goals fast, however they provide little of satisfaction because of that and we race off to another goal.
Anyway, point of this, is how time moves much slower there. I visit my grandma, who sadly doesn’t remember me, my fat cat and uncle. One thing that made me realize how fast we move here, in USA. I am going to university, so weekdays consist of wake-up at 7am, taking shower, checking e-mail, relaxing in front of PS2 for little bit and rushing off to BART (ala subway system) at 9:00am. While sitting in the train for 40 minutes, I usually do some kind of homework or research. Reading books or doing quick sketches, doesn’t matter. So in university until evening, by the time I come home, I am already thinking about next day, what I should do, how I should maximize my output per minute and some other rubbish. Basically, much of my last 2 years spend in constant rush, I am 20 years old and almost done with 4-year university.
To my surprise, when I came to visit my relatives in Russia, seemed like everything just stopped. It’s a small town, my Uncle told me “why rush, if you have another sixty years ahead of you.” Well, surely there are many reasons, I need to have steady job by 25, house by 30 and so on. “Well great, but look at you, you can’t even sit in one place for a minute.” Uncle was talking to me, while cooking, which took him about two or three hours. He just liked talking and cooking at the same time. Atrocity, he dares to waste three hours on cooking a dish that would take me 30 minutes to do! How can he do that, why isn’t he hurrying?
This was my first day of Spring Brake, yet I still was in fast-paced mode. Every minute not spend doing something productive felt like a waste. I tell you what thought, with a help of my uncle, I was able to relax. Last three days were the best three days for the past 5 years, I tell you that. There is something amazing waking up in the morning, taking everything slowly, going outside and enjoying fresh air. My uncle is a poor guy, however he still got all his hair on his head, he is very relaxed and has no worries. God, do I wish to enjoy life like he does.
Well, here I am, back to society and again, I am back to my old rushing self. So here is a question to you, do you feel our society is very fast-paced? We rich our goals fast, however they provide little of satisfaction because of that and we race off to another goal.
