as someone said ... it’s what keeps everything from happening all at once.
sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour, twenty-four hours and on we go. all fixed quantities, right? measurable, immutable. who can stop the hands of time?
we all know it’s relative. we’ve had those times where hours pass in a flash, and those where a few seconds stretch to eternity.
time flies when you’re having fun!
you just didn’t realize how much fun you’re having…
seems like I was just getting used to writing 2015, and now it’s Month of Pumpkin, and FIE people are saying they are seeing Christmas crap already.
a year just isn’t what it used to be
one theory I have is that, the older I get, the smaller fraction of my life a year is. At 5, a year was 20%, now it’s more like 2%.
and, of course, the realization of finiteness, that I only have so many of these years, or hours, and so many things I still want to do.
or, is it, as William Saroyan says in one of the stories in Places Where I’ve Done Time, The early years were so packed with everything that one year seemed like a very long time, as of course it was. It is only when the years begin to repeat themselves that they seem to be gone almost instantly.