We worked out what year we'd get our driver's licenses, when we'd graduate from high school, what year we'd turn 21, how old we'd be in the year 2000, and a variety of other milestones.
I mean, when you're eleven years old, even one year seems like an inconceivably long time, so trying to fathom a life many decades into the future was darned near impossible.
Funny how that changes.
It just seems that time moves slower when you're a kid.
I used to think that this was purely a mathematical phenomenon. Like when you're young, xyz amount of time is a greater proportion of your entire life so far, so it seems longer to you than when you're older.
And while I do think there's some truth to that, recently I've started to believe that a bigger part of it is that children are simply much more grounded in the present moment than adults are.
I mean, have you ever tried to meditate? Seriously, if you want to make time slow down, that's the way to do it. This clip from the film Eat Pray Love portrays the sensation pretty accurately. (Don't worry, it's a short clip.)
Probably - but I think there's another facet to it as well, one summed up quite nicely by a dear friend from my youth:
Somehow I can't help but think that our tendency to hurry through our lives, to agonize over the past, to worry about the future, and all of the many other things we do that keep us out of the present moment are, at least in part, our own attempts to protect ourselves from unpleasant stuff.
It's like the movie Click where Adam Sandler's character stumbles upon a "life remote" that lets him fast forward past all the stuff he really doesn't want to deal with... which is great, except that before he knows it he's fast forwarded past his entire life.
So I dunno. Maybe in a certain sense the passing of time is not a fixed constant, but rather a subjective experience that varies tremendously depending on our approach.
If that's true, then perhaps the key to living a long life has less to do with the number of years we're alive, and more to do with how present we are for those years.
What do you think? Is this all just philosophical psycho-babble, or do you think I'm on to something? I'd love to hear your thoughts on this whole topic.