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. This is not unlike how time crawls while sitting in the dentist chair. On the other hand, time flies by during a sound night’s sleep.
Time flies by during other activities too. Drinking alcohol, partying, shopping and traveling come to mind. However, time flies by only briefly until a hangover or another reality check pulls us back to ‘now’. Then we’re back in the ‘dentist chair’ seeking another pleasurable distraction.
This experience tells me that feelings of happiness are associated with the sense of time flying by. That creates an ironic problem: When I am the happiest, time flies by the fastest giving me less time to enjoy my happiness. Of course, as soon as I really ponder 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.
Knowing happiness correlates to the passage of time 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!