The Days Go By So Quickly

Sunday 14th August

What am I saying?  Days?  No, the weeks fly past; the months simply fly and the years – where have all the years gone?

I can remember as a child thinking term time would never end, literally longing for the holidays; holidays which stretched out for weeks.  No more teachers, no more boring lessons, freedom; the freedom of the fields and the sun and playing with the other kids on the estate.  But then I started to get bored, and couldn’t wait for school to begin again, your mates, laughter in the playground and the strange camaraderie of your peers. Christmas was an oasis in a desert of days, you could barely remember the last one; but now Christmas is really a bore, so many presents to buy, cards to write and post, and even Christmas Day is just a big meal; nice to see everyone again, but no real excitement anymore.  And it seems to come round so quickly too, it seems only yesterday we were pulling crackers and moaning at the feeble jokes.

Is this just part of growing old?  Do the days really go quicker the older you get?  I hope not, because I may only have twenty years left and I want them to go a bit slower.  But time itself is a strange concept.  Does it actually exist outside of our own very limited experience?  There is no doubt that mankind invented time, or maybe simply because we were on a planet where the sun rising and setting was a daily occurrence that we invented the day, and then times of the day, and because of the seasons, years too.  And although scientists bandy about strange numbers and notions such as billions of light years, we can only really appreciate time as it affects us.  Sometimes time hangs on us like a dark dreary coat, and at others it slips away like sand in our fingers.  Anyway, must rush, I really don’t have the time for all this blogging nonsense.