I am obsessed by time. Really, the passing of time. Am I alone in this endeavor?

I think about it every day. How fast the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months fly by. But perhaps they actually don’t go fast. Perhaps they are fast. We think of a year as 365 long days, yet is there a such thing as a long day? And if a day flies by, shouldn’t 365 days fly by? Shouldn’t an entire life fly by?

I think I started dwelling on this at my 20-year high school reunion a few months back. Twenty years. How did that happen? How did I get from there to here? I still feel 18, and sometimes 12. But I look in the mirror, and I have lines on my forehead, tiny blacks hairs peeking out my nose, a goatee that I could have never grown back when I was a teen. My hairline is receeding. My back and knees ache.

Aging wans’t supposed to happen to me. I witnessed it in others, but always like a movie. Then, one day, you realize you’re aging, too, and there’s no stopping the momentum. I yell and scream and beg the days to slow down, but I’m powerless. They keep rolling and rolling and rolling.


7 thoughts on “Time”

  1. If you are going to bring religion into anything it would be time.
    For those of faith time is irrelevant.
    For those with no faith time is fleeting.

    For me there is no end to time.
    Pretty cool feeling.

  2. Ted
    Any faith, even if you are wrong, makes time irrelevant.
    Since those with faith believe their life continues there is no need to worry.
    When I believed in reincarnation I had no worries.
    Today I believe reincarnation was wrong.
    New belief, still no worries.

    Great cure for hypochondria too. 😉

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