Time moved a lot more slowly when I was a child. When I was a child, everything seemed much bigger. Heroes were bigger. Problems were bigger. Twenty-year-olds were old.
As an adult, I returned to my elementary school. The halls were smaller. The desks were smaller. Those years in school lasted just a few blinks of an eye. Now a month is the same as thirty seconds and a decade is just ten months. Where does the time go?
If there were some scientific invention I could get my hands on, it would be a device to slow down time. It seems that the older we get, the faster time moves.
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,
Was Time long past.
There were sweet dreams in the night
Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet might last–
That Time long past.
There is regret, almost remorse,
For Time long past.
‘Tis like a child’s belovèd corse
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance, cast
From Time long past.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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