I think there is a scientific explanation for the feeling that time is passing faster and faster so you age. At 15, the arrival at 18 seems eternal to you, but from 50, and even before, the months follow one another at a devilish speed and let’s not say after 60, when one day you celebrate your birthday, you You fell asleep and when you wake up, the cake has, again, one more candle.
How can it be that September has already arrived, if two days ago it was Christmas and, wait, in the time it takes you to read these lines it may already be New Year’s. The days last a breath and the months begin with the wild decrease in the balance in the current account and, of course, you may be the one pushing the time: you are wishing for the weeks to pass so that your monthly income arrives. Perhaps this is the measure of the passage of time: waiting for new income to meet the expenses, the current and the extraordinary, the ones that arrive when you least expect it, in the form of a battered refrigerator, a knocked out tooth or car in rebellion
The dizzying passage of time has its advantages and its exceptions. The best thing is that, all of a sudden, you realize that what hurt you a year ago you don’t even remember; of all the bad things, it starts to take so long that one fine day you realize that you have forgotten even what you thought you had not forgiven.
Time, however, seems to eternize those sleepless nights in which there is no way it will be daytime; just as minutes seem like hours to receive a medical result. From this it follows that, in reality, happiness seems to last less than unhappiness. A pleasant vacation ends quickly, and yet the days you spend in the company of people with whom you do not quite fit in become endless.
Then you look at the calendars and the clocks and it turns out that, no matter what happens, time passes at the same rate and there was no choice but to admit that you are the one who is no longer on time neither with the measurements, nor with the weights.
