The older you get the less time you have

“Well, duh!” I hear you say? “Obviously,” you continue, “if you are granted 70 years, by the time you’ve lived 56 of them, you only have 14 to go.”

Funny you should mention 56, ’cause that’s exactly how old I am. However, whilst you are correct in your calculation, that’s not what I meant.

What I mean is that time seems to go much faster. For instance, when I was younger I would come home from work, have a bath, have a meal (prepared by my mother), get in my car and collect a couple of buddies, and then we’d go to the squash courts and play squash for a couple of hours. After that we’d head off to a cafe and have a burger or steak roll and a milkshake (a mere snack in those days).

The night seemed to last for ages.

Now I am much older, I come home from work, have a meal (prepared by my wife), do a little reading or writing, and it seems like I’ve hardly done anything before it’s time to bath and go to bed…and I don’t go to bed all that early because I don’t want to waste my life sleeping.

Even a weekend seems to fly past with hardly anything accomplished. And, come to think of it, my life has flown past – it started off slowly but before I knew it I have aged and left youth behind.

There’s something to ponder on here but I’m not going to give any hints so you work it out.

Until next time, so long.