Firstly, let me say that I feel like I’m cheating. I am again resorting to my niece on my Photo Challenges.
I have been thinking the whole week of which picture to post for this challenge and today I saw this picture that I took of my niece a couple of years ago. I choose it because I remember how excited she was about wearing my watch. She kept pretending to read Time, she was two years-old at the time, but in her own way she knew what it meant. Funny enough that almost two years have past since I took that picture and she still plays with telling time.
I wonder when is the moment in life when we stop thinking that time is a game and start rushing through things. Deadlines and schedules they have their reason, but when did time start controlling our lives instead of guiding it?
How do you feel about it?