Time and Time Again…

I know that time moves faster, perspectively, the older we get. But it bothers me now because it feels as if time is moving at the speed of light.

I’ve recently thought back on things that feel so fresh in my memory that I can still feel them, smell them… But when I stamp a time on any of them–it turns out to have occurred long ago. Many months had already passed since that moment. And I have to beg the question, “How? Where did that time go? And why does six months feel like two?”

It leaves me in this strange predicament. I can’t determine, (if I could exist in the perfect existence), whether I’d want time to be a controlled variable or if I’d simply want the ability to observe, appreciate and take in more things than I can now with the time I’m given. But I do know one thing. As much as I love my life. As much as I love my friends. As much as I love my job. I’ve been through a lot of changes within the last few months (years, really) and it doesn’t feel quite as wonderful as one may like to think.

I love you. — Lex

I wonder if anyone noticed that every paragraph in this entry began with an “I”.

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