My son’s birthday happened last week and he had reached the grand age of 50. Where had all the time gone? Only yesterday wasn’t it that I was telling him” do your homework” and “you’ll kill yourself on that skateboard”? And just where did all those cute grandkids go to as well? Such lovely babies. Now when they come to visit they look like grown up adults, well almost…
I think I figured it out. Time is measured at a slower rate when a person is young and gradually as you age, it speeds up. One year when you are 5 is certainly not the same length as when you are 50. George Carlin did a great piece on just this phenomenon .Look it up on the web it’s great.
As a child, summers were endless. Odd enjoyable memories come to mind; fishing for tadpoles, riding my bike. Lots of time to enjoy, to play, - no worries, no responsibilities. Time dawdling past…
When I was in a young teenager, I truly thought the best age to be would be 19. Don’t ask me why? Can’t even remember if when I got to 19 it actually was the best. During those years I should have done more like backpacking around Europe but as Mike says. “Life happens while you are making other plans,” Anyhow just too far back to remember clearly those years ….. Time wasted…
My middle years went by so fast. There was so much to do and time was just gobbled up in housework and college and kids’ hockey games and teaching and cooking and planning for vacations, taking care of the dogs etc, etc... just like today’s middleagers. No time lost here
If I thought those years went fast, I didn’t realize then that the later years when we got to be oldies, would just fly by .What happened to my sixties? You meet old friends you haven’t seen for a while, and you know time is affecting them as well and it isn’t good.
But the strange thing is while time is speeding up and the body is slowing down inside yourself, in your innermost being. You feel almost the same as you always have. Inner time has almost stopped.
Obviously time needs to be captured, held and regulated. We all try… we take photos and videos. We paint scenes, we make scrapbooks, we reminisce about old times but time is harder to hold than that. We look at photos of our teenage years and can’t remember who the people are, even if there is a name written as well and pictures are even worse. Time is starting to erase these places. Now that’s not nice.
I have noticed that all through life if you are active and busy, time speeds by whereas if you can’t find anything to do, have no purpose time drags by. Maybe the answer to slowing the clock of time is to do nothing and every day will last for ever. I don’t think I would like that at all.
Wouldn’t it be a wonderful thing if we could save time in a bottle, just like Jim Croche sang? I know what I would keep. Do you??
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