December 1, 2009
Another December arrives. I understand, intellectually, that time is indeed relative. Experiencing first-hand the increasing rush of time as it passes, each year moving by faster than the last, is a bit disconcerting. No, I don't want time to crawl, as it did before I got my first driver's licence, but it doesn't seem that there's enough time to enjoy. Maybe part of the reason time seems to pass as you get older is because of the time you spend tied to the workweek, which is much longer than the schoolweek. Life doesn't come with a summer vacation every year.