“She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn’t last forever. Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too. The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.” Lauren Oliver, Panic
Tomorrow, Mademoiselle Headstrong turns three. Next week, Captain Chatterbox starts Year One. In March, The Husband and I will celebrate ten years of marriage.
I’d like to hit the “pause” button on my life for a while, please.
Is it actually possible that time really does accelerate the older we grow? I have been doing some reading on the interwebs – it seems many clever people who know a lot more about science than me (not difficult) have wondered the same thing.
One theory is that your brain is wired to catalogue and remember new experiences. When you are young, most of what you are doing is learning. Even when you aren’t realising it, you are constantly observing new things, having new interactions, and learning new things about the world and how it works. However, as you get older, you have fewer and fewer “original” experiences so your brain tends to gloss over them, storing them as groups instead of individual moments.
The effect is that during childhood you are remembering and cataloguing many more experiences and so times seems to pass slower. It isn’t actually passing slower of course, you are just remembering more specific incidents between two points, which skewers your perception of time. As you get older, your brain groups like experiences and you remember fewer instances between two points, so time seems to pass faster.
So, if you want time to pass slower, go experience new things as often as possible.
There you go.