Time is going by faster than I realise. Especially the last ten years - the 30s.
I read that from childhood to early adulthood, we have many new experiences and learn many new things so the years feel longer - while as adults, our lives fall into set patterns and are exposed to fewer new stimuli making even decades feel shorter.
It is true that I don’t feel this way about any of the previous decades - it feels like I have lots of big-ticket items to show for each of those. But the last ten years feel like a bit of a mystery - though if I unpack, I can see that two children have come into my life, my wife and I have moved countries, and am trying to make a home in a completely new environment and culture. Did I want more for myself?
A lot of things I thought I had more time to do because “I am only in my 30s” suddenly seem to not sound the same as being able to do “in my 40s”. Have I waited too long?
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