Planting hooks and unfinished books.
Time has a constant, non-changing speed with which it moves forward, taking no notice of others. Independently it flows through every particle in this universe. No matter whether you have your watch with you, no matter whether you're eagerly waiting for something, or someone, no matter whether you're focused on something, time will still move at the same speed. However, there is a way to cheat time.
If every week is a countdown to something you're waiting for, the wait will be rewarding everytime. This, in turn, means that the week will be rewarding everytime. If you plant something at the end of each week, something to look forward to, and start counting your days, your nights, towards it, you will eventually notice that your time goes by quite swiftly. Expand this idea and plant these time hooks on a wider space of time. Every period of time will become rewarding eventually and at some point you notice: 'Where has all the time gone?'
The emerald colored waters of Lake Tekapo and Lake Pukaki told me that this tale, this part of my life, is coming to an end. I am picking up the last hooks up from the turned-over soil. Time has gone past me in an instant that was two months. An ending tale doesn't mean an ending book. Mine is still unfinished and my hooks have been planted way ahead, making my life rewarding.