I don't necessarily want to live fewer years, I just wish to live a short life
We used to visit school from 8 am to 2 pm every day. There were lots of classrooms, full of lots of students, full of lots of noise, undeterred by the lack of temperature control or the presence of authority. We used to attend four classes in the first half of the day, back to back, with but a minute to breathe in between, and repeat the same for the second half. In between these two rather monotonously defined sessions of work, we were offered a break. 20 minutes, to eat our meal between breakfast and lunch.
Why did we eat a meal between breakfast and lunch? Why don't we do that any more?
20 minutes to meet all our friends. 20 minutes to attend someone's birthday celebrations. 20 minutes to play basketball, cricket, football, volleyball, 'throw the ball hard at the other person' or tag.
Why did we throw a ball at people as hard as possible? The best throws were those which landed at the softest spot and caused maximum damage.
In 20 minutes, we would do all of this - 20 minutes that were never enough. The bell would always ring before we'd expect it to. And we would always find ourselves rushing back. But they were 20 minutes we wished to live and waited for every single day.
Why can't it all be like that? Life should be unexpectedly short.
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