Time Flies

For nearly 11 years I have been writing this blog. Each morning as I write the date, I marvel at the passage of time. September 13^th this morning. The next day is September 14^th. And so, on and on.

This daily activity – I do write blog drafts in advance of their publish date, sometimes a week in advance – causes me to watch the calendar days slip by. Day after day, the first of the month rolls around faster and faster. Then too, the ides of each month (15^th), and finally the last day. The days go by quickly, but now the months are flying by. I’m not watching the clock, but age seems to go faster and faster.

This may sound nonsensical to write about, but the passage of time does have its tempo according to age. In youth we find time drags. As we mature, the pressure of time appears as assignments and duties of a career demand more and more attention. As we age further, we have experience and perspective enriched by the passage of time. We make sense of the happenings of today. We have the benefit of comparison with times past. The present means more. The future looms with more definition than it did without the benefit of time.

As we age with time, we see things better, more distinctly. We compare past experience with present and understand happenstance better. It flows so easily we tend not to notice it.

Then the days pass more quickly. We realize the passage of time is natural and fleeting. A day’s delay is but a blip. What it means is logical. It is also timely.

The other day it was February 15; today is September 14. It doesn’t seem possible that 6 months have passed in the interim. But it has. As it has in the past. As it will in the future. Time is a commodity in motion. Its nature is movement, a measure of our existence. It means something only when in motion. To slow it down or stop it, is to destroy its nature.

So be it.

September 14, 2022