Time Passes Quickly
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The older I become, the faster years seem to move. I know the clock has not changed. A day still contains twenty-four hours. Still, childhood summers felt much longer than many adult years feel now. Routine may be part of the reason.
New experiences leave more details in memory. When days become similar, the mind can compress them. Work. Home. Messages.
Sleep. Repeat. A month passes and there are fewer clear markers inside it. Another reason may be proportion. For a ten-year-old, one year is a large part of all remembered life.
For an adult, one year is a much smaller fraction. Whatever the reason, the feeling makes me want to notice ordinary time more carefully. I do not think every day needs to be exciting. That would be exhausting. But a small new experience can give a day shape.
A walk on a different road. A conversation. A book. A small project. Even stopping to notice an ordinary moment can make it less invisible.
We cannot slow time. Maybe attention is the closest thing we have.