I am travelling through time… forward… at about the same rate as everyone else. But still… I mean — And yet.
I read an interesting explanation for why time seems to pass more quickly as we get older. (And if I remember where I read it I’ll credit the source.) When we are one day old, that day is 100% of our entire life experience. When we are one month old, one day is about 3.3% of our experience. At a year old, that day is down to about 0.27%. By the time we reach the age of 40 years, each day is such a small percentage of our experience that it is nearly insignificant.

Except that we know that a day is not insignificant. Each day is a precious gift that we must spend wisely and immediately. We cannot save time to spend it later. In one day our life can change dramatically and permanently.

Now I find myself in an ironic position. Days, sometimes moments, are all I remember. Months and years are all a blur. And they’re getting blurrier every day.

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