Here we are in the middle of May!
Does time go faster as we age?
I remember being a kid, and counting down the days till Christmas; the hours till Cracker Night: the minutes to my birthday…. So slowly did time move.
I remember wishing to be older; desperate for people to take notice of me. Who stopped and listened to the ideas of a child?
I remember craving to be an adult: to make my own decisions.
And, most vividly, I remember how slowly timed moved. A month seemed like an eternity……
And thus, I probably wished many of my best years away, oblivious to what they really were, and how lucky I was to be young!
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The older we get the shorter the time between Christmases. The older we get, the more sunny were our childhoods, especially during summer. The older we get the more snowy were our winters yet much less treacherous than to our ageing feet.
So very true, David!
Sadly Margaret you are so right. There are days I wish I could go back and not dream away some of the best years of my life. It takes wisdom and maturity to realise how precious every single day really is and to make the most of the days we’re given.
We shouldn’t take our lives for granted, since as you say, every day is a precious gift. Live life to the full!