Where Does the Time Go?

I have no idea where the time goes and i dont much care. The only time i actually think about this sort of thing is when i see amazing stuff that other people do with their time and wonder why i dont make that kind of effort. Case in point:

Little Hand-painted People

The only comfort i take from realizations like this one is that there is one more awesome idea that i wont have to bother with. Kind of like the fable about God handing out colors to all the birds and how there were none left so one bird had to be gray... not sure what the moral was, but im thinking that I will discover gray sooner or later and ill make the fucking most of it.