"Seriousness, young man, is an accident of time. It consists, I don't mind telling you in confidence, in putting too high a value on time. I, too, once put too high a value on time. For that reason I wished to be a hundred years old. In eternity, however, there is no time, you see. Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke."
This is an exchange between the ghost of Mozart and Harry Haller, a character in the book "Steppenwolf" by Herman Hesse. At the time I read this I feel I was taking life and time perhaps a little too seriously. Not necessarily in everyday life---if you know me you know that I'm never "serious" unless I'm absolutely forced to be so---but in my conceptual views of life. I was disappointed in myself for the ways in which I sometimes "waste" time and struggled with the concept of exchanging time for money (working any job). All in all maybe I wasn't considering things in a light enough manner this summer? I've heard before that "life is too important to be taken seriously" but never really gave it too much thought.
This post is less of a finished work and more of a vehicle through which I hope to foster discussion here and with my friends/family so lemme know what you think.
