When I was young, the days, weeks, and months seemed to drag by. Even the minutes waiting for the last bell at school never passed fast enough. Birthdays and Christmas: seemed like forever before they arrived...
When you are ten, a year represents 10% of your life. As we age, that percentage decreases dramatically. Upon reaching fifty years old, a year is merely 2% of that lifetime.
So, comparatively, that year represents a much smaller portion, overall...
When my great-grandmother was in her 9o's, I always thought her days must have gone soooo slow. She couldn't care for herself any longer, she couldn't really do anything except sit in a chair and look out the window. Did her latter years go by quickly because they only represented 1/90th of her life or because her activity was so little, did the speed of time return to the perception she had in her youth and it moved incredibly slow?
It seems like these days, in my own life, I blink and my children have grown or an event I had been anticipating has come and gone quicker than I had a chance to relish it. Or worse, a loved one passes before you have a chance to tell them you love them and are thankful for their presence in your life.
Embrace the brief moments we are given; enjoy being with the ones you love , and take pictures.
And every once and a while, pause to look out the window because the view will be very different when you are 90.
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