Apparently, according the dating system on blogger, I wrote that last post on 20th March. I don’t believe this. It can’t possibly have been that long. Can it?
Where do the days go? It’s starting to freak me out a little. A minute ago it was Christmas and now Easter has come and gone. Did time speed up? Can someone please explain this terrifying phenomenon to me? And please don’t say ‘it’s what happens when you get older’ because that will depress me even more.
I feel like my life is speeding past me like a runaway train.
And just so you know…I don’t like it. Not one bit.
2 comments:
To a one year old child, a month is 1/12 of their entire life experience, so seems like a long time.
To a 25 year old (I'm guessing, but that's what your photo suggests your age is) a month is merely 1/300 of their life - so time seems less significant.
Thank you Dave, I was having trouble getting my 25 year old brain around that concept. Now it is crystal clear.
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