Why does time seem to flow faster when you’re older? Days are disappearing from my field of vision so fast that I can barely remember them. Even trying to recall what I had for lunch yesterday is a challenge. As a child, time didn’t have too much meaning because I knew I had plenty of it left. But now, the hourglass seems to empty out faster. It’s scary how I can feel time spiraling down, away from me, and I’m unable to grab it, to shape it into something tangible.
I embrace the comforting blindness of the light as I’m looking up at the sun. I would let it burn my eyes, taking my sight away. What good to have the gift of seeing if grasping the essence of life is impossible? How many lives should one live in order to find the truth behind it all?
My body is shrinking under the weight of my own thoughts, and there’s a lust for the present moment that does not satisfy my human needs. I’m afraid that I’m getting closer to the moment time will stop meaning anything.