The Speed of Time

When you’re young, time feels infinite. Waiting until you’re old enough for this, waiting for that, waiting until you’re an adult. Life is always another step away, waiting for you to catch up so it can begin.

Over time, you realize there is no starting point you were waiting for. Suddenly, life has “happened” and it’s not in your control. It also no longer feels infinite. Instead, it’s like an hourglass, with your remaining days disappearing beneath you. Each remaining moment feels treasured instead of an obstacle to overcome.

Days are no longer long enough. Weeks and months fly by while barely noticing. Instead of trying to push time to go faster, we now feel like time is dragging us by our ankles, the world whizzing by while we try to regain our bearings.

Death. Sickness. Turmoil. They stop us in our tracks. As terrible as these events are, they focus our gaze and allow us to see that time never sped up; we merely stopped allowing ourselves to notice everything in our lives. We were too busy looking ahead, blinding our vision to the things around us. The important things.

I will never pray for sickness or death. But I will make the most of the opportunities they bring. Opportunities to enjoy the amazing friends and family I’ve built around me over the growing years of my life.

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John Higley

John Higley

I'm a software developer, working remotely from Richland, WA, working on solving the many issues of managing financial services products on the web. I'm fascinated by the user experience of web sites and applications and read way more than I should. Working on effectively sharing knowledge and ideas has become a recent, but burning, passion.

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