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Reminds me about the time I read a story by S. King. It never got to publication, but one chapter got printed. A boys grandfather spoke about how time is limitless when young, but suddenly harvest time comes, then planting then it's harvest time again!
I Believe it was "Nightmares and Dreamscapes"
It's funny, how as children, we're pretty much not heavily burdened with life, as we mature, more time is devoted to select areas.
The tragic thing is like the song "Time" from the Moody Blues.
Ten years have gone behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun.
Right lyrics, wrong group…Pink Floyd did Time. 3rd song, side one, Dark Side of the Moon.
I always figured time passing faster was due to comparison and fractionalization.
When I was ten, a year was one tenth of my life. Now in my sixties, a year is one sixtieth of my life.
A year now is comparable to two months when I was ten.
I understand your reasoning, but do you feel like DAYS are passing faster? The same logic should apply, but to me they seem the same as they always have. I get up and go to bed about the same time I have for most of my life, and during the time I'm awake, I have just as many hours to do things as I always did - in fact, now that I'm retired, I "feel" like I have MORE time, not less. I don't feel years passing faster and I'm 67. Maybe I'm odd, but to me the years seem to be passing more slowly. Probably because I am less busy than when I was working and raising my son and every day was busy to the point where I'd think, "Wait, Christmas is coming so soon?"
To me, the "speediest" that time seemed to fly was watching my child grow up because of the dramatic changes from one year to the next. Now, not much changes, and certainly not that rapidly.
Well, now I'm properly depressed, maybe distraught. I'm 71 and time is flying by...fast.
I reminisce a lot. Remembering my most excellent childhood. My parents, sister, uncles and aunts, cousins, grandparents and great grandparents too. I even liked school.
Raising my two kids, now having 5 grandchildren of my own and a new great grandson who I've yet to see. Watching them grow up has made the time whiz by. I'm not ready to go anywhere.
What's the answer for that? Forgive me I'm rambling. It's 3 am
Yesterday was Monday, today is Saturday.
Slip sliding away.
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