Indeed, time does go by too quickly, and seems to go even faster, the older you get.
But that doesn't mean there's no reason you can't enjoy the hear and now.
Very likely due to the fact that when one is young, life's goals are more basic. But with age comes responsibilities and more awareness of the artificially metered notions of the clock and calendar. I'm sure there are other things at play, too.
I conclude that we are smaller in size as children and larger as adults, and that change in size bends space/time around us a little more, making it go faster.
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful.
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily.
Oh joyfully, playfully watching me…
That is very deep, indeed.
All I know is that at a far younger age, life was about making a lot of each day. Oh...there was schooling and all that. But, I also did other things. Like exploring the town. Making odd plans for this or that. There was the 'save the earth' bit by doodling onto paper bags and giving them away on the street corner. Or going down for picking wild berries from the road side. Many little things. A year back then seemed like it lasted forever.
Recently, I looked up at a digital display that was mentioning the coming Halloween events. I realized that I was also looking at said board from the year before. And realized that it couldn't have been a whole year that had already passed. Life is now in a rut and all I had to show for it was remembering the same events going by on a digital sign. The meaning of life is gone. Replaced with mindless existing.
If gray hair tells us anything it's that whomever has it managed to live long enough to get it. Sometimes that requires money, but for most people it requires at least a pinch of common sense.
Indeed, time does go by too quickly, and seems to go even faster, the older you get.
But that doesn't mean there's no reason you can't enjoy the hear and now.
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily.
Oh joyfully, playfully watching me…
That is very deep, indeed.
All I know is that at a far younger age, life was about making a lot of each day. Oh...there was schooling and all that. But, I also did other things. Like exploring the town. Making odd plans for this or that. There was the 'save the earth' bit by doodling onto paper bags and giving them away on the street corner. Or going down for picking wild berries from the road side. Many little things. A year back then seemed like it lasted forever.
Recently, I looked up at a digital display that was mentioning the coming Halloween events. I realized that I was also looking at said board from the year before. And realized that it couldn't have been a whole year that had already passed. Life is now in a rut and all I had to show for it was remembering the same events going by on a digital sign. The meaning of life is gone. Replaced with mindless existing.
'Let's not get ahead of ourselves.'
Happy Birthday! And many more years to come!Time flies when you're having fun. ;3
Time does indeed fly :/
Better late then never i always say :3