The Speed of Time

With only 2 and a half weeks left until im on my way back to australia my excitement is almost too hard to contain. I cant help but notice how the countdown until the day i leave is dragging on impossibly slow. The last week felt like a lifetime, and im sure that the 3 and a half weeks that im in australia will go by in the blink of an eye. When i think about it, i notice that we spend most of our lives counting down to something, whether it be going home, going on a holiday, the coming of age, or little things such as the start of a sporting season, that party on saturday night or catching up with a good friend. I wonder what would happen if we just stopped for a moment, put the countdown aside and focused on what was happening around us right now. What we all fail to realise, including me, is that the time we wish away will never be available to us again. if we spend our lives wishing away the days what will we have left? My home will always be there, my mum and my cat and my friends arent going anywhere in the next 2 and a half weeks so whats the problem with me sitting back now, enjoying my first snowfall and these 2 and a half weeks of life that i have? why do we count our lives away? before we know it, we will be wishing to be 18,19,20 and 21 again and it will be too late.