The older I get, the faster time passes. I judge that by Christmas, not my favorite time due to all the crass commercialism and the images imposed on us by the media of what we are supposed to be.
As a child, waiting for the next Christmas seemed endless. Now, as I am relieved by New Year’s that it is over, the next thing I know Christmas ads begin appearing.
We look back, and see a reflection of what we think our life has been. Accurate? Through the lens of memory, regret and lost hopes, our past isn’t “real” (in the sense of what actually we have experienced). The future - unknown like the road ahead of us - may seem predictable, but is it?
Too quick, that is for sure.