It is my last post on this rainy Sunday…..I will move on to my hot cocoa and watch the rain…..when you get old it is the small things that mean so much.
Time! Ever stop to ask why time speeds up the older one gets? Days fly by! Years speed past at an alarming rate. Why is this happening?
The expression “time flies,” originating from the Latin phrase “tempus fugit,” is one we all find ourselves saying or thinking, even when we aren’t having fun (as the extended expression goes).
The flight of time can be so fast it can feel, upon reflection, like our life is passing us by. Whether we’re scrolling through Facebook looking at the photos of old friends, dropping our children off at school and feeling moved by how big they’re getting or celebrating our own birthday, we may stop and say, “Where’d the time go?”
It’s a powerful, sobering revelation.
But it wasn’t like this when we were children, was it? I remember how each year, broken into school semesters, holidays and summer vacations, seemed to pass slowly, at a kind of diligent down tempo pace so that every experience, no matter how mundane, could be fully processed.
This is my FYI for a rainy and cool weekend…..time for a snack…be well, be safe…..chuq