Seasons pass more quickly than they used to, it seems. Perhaps these fleeting days are just the mortality clock, with its ominous ticking, in the background of our lives.
Once, it felt like winter would never release its icy grip as we waited for spring to awaken, followed by summer’s warm embrace. Autumn would wrap our world in magical colors and we so looked forward to the first snow of the year. We knew that our ride on the carousel of seasons would continue. What we didn’t realize was how our perspectives would change as the years suddenly moved faster and we wished that ride went slower.
As we age, we experience time differently having seen and done so many things as time has passed; emotions get in the way of an accurate perception of time. Whatever the case might be, as we get older, our focus remains on the rapid changes surrounding us at a time when we just want life to be in less of a hurry.
Ferris Bueller reminded us when he said “life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it.”
