I don’t know if I would say it has to do with say: “I’m 3. One year is one-third of my life vs being 20 and one year being one-twentieth of my life, thus causing each succesent year being shorter than the next.”
Most days, kids experience fun filled days with innocent joy that causes the day to pass rapidly, while, most adults are stuck in classes or work places where the slow ticking clock is their mortal enemy.
I feel I remember more of my childhood than I do my teenage years. There’s more to remember. Maybe it’s because the world was new. I was learning new words every day. It might have been because there was stuff to do all the time.
As a teen, restrictions were made. Can’t go in the play place. Have to sit still. School is longer. Learn how to do boring adult chores like mowing the lawn.
The years are going by faster because there isn’t as much to remember when I look back in retrospect. Not as many interesting moments of fun or learning.
Which is very depressing. In this moment, in this version of myself, my life and boredom matter. This day matters to me. But will I remember it? Is it filled with routines I do every day?
Unfortunately I probably won’t remember today.
Hopefully I did not end on a very sad note. There will most likely be thoughts like this to come if you guys enjoyed this.