Recent events have sharpened my appreciation of the differences we gauge in our estimation of the passage of time.
I guess most of us have noticed how time flies when we’re running late, or having a good time.
Often, when the status quo of our lifestyle reigns, time seems to slip past, sometimes with little or no appreciation that it is going by. Does this mean that normality tends to make the passage of time less significant?
On the other hand, when trouble’s afoot, don’t we perceive time as dragging? Does a few hours of anxiety feel more like a week, as we long for life to take a turn for the better; for our worries to melt away?
Does looking back make time seem greater? Does it all depend on the scenario?
Whatever conclusions we draw, do we all see the inconsistencies in our appreciation of the passage of the increments of time?