The last couple of years I noticed time had sped up slowly. Days passed into months passed into years in the blink of an eye. It became harder and harder to remember what I’d done two weeks ago; but Christmas last year seemed more and more like it was yesterday.
I suppose it is part of growing up. I remember those long summers that just didn’t seem to end. So long that on occasion you got bored with them. The evenings that we spent playing in the streets. They always felt like they went on forever (although they were never long enough). And think of birthdays! Back then it seemed to take forever to get older; by now we can only hang on while the years flash by us.
I’m not even 25 yet, and I really don’t care to find out how much more time can condense. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up in my bed tomorrow and find out I’m 80 years old. This will mean I got to 80 which will be an accomplishment in itself.. But it’ll also mean that I have no idea where the years went.
And then I moved to London and discovered this strange thing called a time warp. Time’s slowed down significantly since I got here. I don’t know how or why, but days just seem longer. It might be because I have little do except write. But even when I am busy time moves at a different pace.
Yesterday I went out for drinks and had a good time, but when we walked out of the bar… hardly 3 hours had passed. I figured on the tube ride home that it might have something to do with new experiences. Your mind slows down to take it all in. Like as a kid, there was so much to see and do, you needed all that time to properly explore everything. So that time was there. As we got older, we stopped exploring and time started bolting forwards.
So, if at times you feel like your life is flashing past you, I suggest you put your rain boots on and a rain coat and spend a couple of hours exploring the world around you… or go to a place new and take it all in. If you do it right, you might feel like you’ve lived longer… and perhaps have a boatload of fun as well ; )