Time is a funny thing. It’s very constant, as constant as things can get, but it seems to act in such a relative way it baffles the mind.

“They grow up so fast, don’t they?” I don’t know who to trust when I hear that statement. When I grew up it took me a long time, an extremely long time. A school year was an eternity, and if I had to wait an hour until dinner I might as well forget about eating. Time passes so slowly when you are young, but now an hour flies by in the blink of an eye, and I completed four years of college like it was nothing.

In the most unscientific explanation possible, I feel like this is because of two things, both having to do with the relativity of things; their ‘context.’

The shorter you have lived, the longer a second is relative to how long you’ve been alive, and conversely the longer you’ve lived, the shorter a second seems.

Routine and memories. If you fall into a routine where you start and end and execute your days in the same manner day in and day out, each day will be the same and they will all blur into one memory, and thus time will seem faster. When you are young there is not much routine and everything is new, so you are constantly making new memories and time seems much slower.


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