I thought the first splint was bad till I complained and got a new, bigger one.
After wearing the purple one for a few days, I put on the blue one and guess what? It was suddenly much more comfortable. (If the doctor didn’t do this on purpose, he should have.)
That’s how I see relativity: our experience is shaped by the context.
Einstein’s definition (even the colloquial version) is much more elegant.
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.”
My conclusion: things happen, but the way I experience them is all in my head. This would be a good season to remember that—and let go of my righteous indignation, no matter how justified it seems.
What about you?