I forgot where I heard it, but time is supposed to past faster as you get older. When you’re young, you wait anxiously for your next birthday or Christmas so you can get that toy you desperately wanted. Then you go to school, off to college and suddenly it’s 40 years later and you’re about to retire. I don’t know why that is the case; maybe when you’re older, your history is longer so five years can be described as “recently” instead of being a third of your entire life.
Recently, I’ve been thinking that time hasn’t been passing by any quicker. Thanks to Facebook, I’ve been revisiting my elementary school days; and that 15 year time gap seems like forever, another lifetime even. Similarly, I remember being a mall rat at STC, playing cards during lunch and other random things I did during high school; but it does feel like a decade ago and my priorities have definitely shifted.
Closer to the present, undergrad started almost seven years ago, another distant memory. The fourth year activities in 2004 feel slightly more recent, but in the past, just like the time I spent in Seattle during 2004 and 2005. I think it’s a feeling that time is moving slowly that makes these events seem so long ago. Even things that happened a year ago, such as doing my Masters in Waterloo, my trips to London, Paris and China don’t feel like they happened recently.
The end of my “recent” memory feels like the last few months of 2006, where Pauline and I got engaged and I got my dSLR among other things. But even the last half year feels dragged out. Maybe it’s a side effect of working, maybe it was Winter, maybe it’s documenting my life too precisely, or maybe time just moves damn slow.