It is Monday morning, about a quarter past 7:00 AM, on this, the 21st day of March.
March seems to be going by pretty fast. Don’t know if I should attribute the accelerated passage of time to a work-related activity, the arrival of spring, or the basketball tournament. Might just be due to my own “time-dilation” – the way time appears to move as I get older.
It’s one of those things that we can’t help but be subjected to – as we get older, each day, each week, each month, decreases as a percentage of one’s life. Every day I get older, and the number of days accrue. Today is one day out of 21,371. Yesterday’s day was one out of 21,370. It’s kind of the way a birthday impacts a ten-year-old is always going to be more significant compared to someone celebrating their 60th. One in ten is more significant than one in sixty by a factor of six.
Time is kind of trippy.
Then there’s the old Albert Einstein adage about relativity. He said “Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT’S relativity.”
Yep. I guess if you want to feel like you’ve lived forever, do things you hate doing, or things that cause you pain. My life, most days, feels like it has passed so quickly, and I see my kids, now adults, and I wonder where the time went.
Must’ve been a good time.
Now if I can only shape that lens a little more as a become older. Wouldn’t it be great if the boring and mundane would pass fast, and the best moments could be stretched out?
That’s a goal.
I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.
Peace y’all.
