I’ve noticed something peculiar happening as the years go by. Years feel more like months, months like weeks, and weeks like days. In junior high school, I recall sitting in math class looking at the clock; time seemed to stand still… minutes felt like hours. Time also drags by sitting in the dentist chair, I might add.
Other activities can make time fly by. Drinking alcohol, partying, shopping and travel come to mind. And sound sleep makes time fly by the fastest. However, it flies by only briefly until the hangover or other downsides associated with these upsides come about. Then I’m back in the dentist chair seeking another pleasant pastime.
This experience tells me that feelings of happiness are associated with the sense of time flying by. That in itself is a bummer. When I am the happiest, time flies by the fastest giving me less time to enjoy my happiness. Of course, as soon as I think that, my happiness wanes, time slows and I have all the time in the world to look forward to what will make me happy again.
To sum up, I know I’m happy when time flies. This sheds light on aging. Despite the physical downsides of aging, I know I am happier now than in my youth simply because time flies by so quickly now. God, I can’t afford to become any happier, otherwise, I’ll be dead before I know it!