The quickness of time.... aging before we want to

Pete

Pete

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I blink my eye

and a second is gone

I turn my head
and a moment passes

It is almost like in the quiet of night
I can hear my life

whistling past my ears.

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….keeping my eyes open was taking a major effort and I definitely didn't want Sister Mary Margret to see me asleep again. The last time that happened I was awakened by the burning pain of her ruler against my knuckles. It was 1958 and I was in geography class at Resurrection parochial school just weeks away from summer break... and forget what the main product produced by Brazil is all I could think about was the upcoming summer vacation. The only problem was the closer we got to the last day of school the slower it seemed the clock was running.



That was then and now it's 60 years later, but when I look back it truly feels like it was only last week! Living alone in my cabin in Alaska presented me with many more chores to handle and keep my mind and body busy during the day as opposed to now living here in Texas at an Independent senior apartment complex. Here many of the chores and all repairs are taken care of by the staff, leaving one maybe too much time to look back over ones life.


….and its not only looking backwards that has the clock running at 'warp' speed, even in my day to day life it seems like the days on my calendar get marked off almost hourly. Could this be because I/we know that this is the final chapter to our lives and though we do not want to close that book we know the time left to us is far shorter than the time that came before? We all have thousands of days of knowledge and experience within us and it would be nice to pass on that wealth of knowledge to family or friend but we understand not all of us are so blessed, so what is one to do at this point in our road of life?



Even if unfortunately

we have no

family or friends

we all have
decades of stories to tell.

….and if you are reading this

you surely know how to use the computer,
so take the next step
and write about those memories
and cast them on the cyber-sea
for other travelers

to discover and enjoy.
 

I have started writing a bit Pete but haven't gotten far with it. My life seems like a life anyone could have had except for the really bad parts but others have bad stuff, too.

Thinking of writing something not about my life.
 
Ruthanne said:
Thinking of writing something not about my life.
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Writing about anything can be a good thing on WordPress where I host my blog they have a thing called 'daily prompts' and you are supposed to write something related to their daily prompt but I have always felt it is better to write from experience.

...and on that note I like yourself have had many bad experiences over the course of my life including a bout with drug addiction that I can home from the far east with, but even that addiction can be found on some of my older blogs.

....and like I said 'casting those experiences on the cyber-sea'
one may never know
if those words you have written
ends up touching a kindred spirit
after we are long gone.
 

Oh Boy. I can sure relate to your post Pete, particularly the passage of time and your present living arrangement,which seems most similar to mine.
 
Lon said:
seems most similar to mine.
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It funny and a bit ironic that the truth of your statement can be painted across most of those looking down the short end of the 'road of life'.

Humanity all has no doubt traveled extremely divergent roads during their life

but nearing the end of that road

most find we are closer to

each other than we realize....









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Time seems to pass more quickly, as we age, for a very real biomathematical reason: Each day is progressively a smaller fraction of your total time on this planet. That is, when you are first born, that first day is 100% of your time here. The next day, that day is 1/2 of the time you've been on this planet, and so on. Of course infants are not doing high-level thinking, but the fact remains, about their existence, in the present. So much is being processed for the first time. At 65, each day is 1/23,725th of our life, and keeps getting smaller and smaller. All of our conscious processing, even at the biochemical level, factors in the preceding, although we may not be acutely aware of that, at all times. Think about it this way: If you had a very jazzy car, you might dote on it, and be very pleased in doing so. Now, visualize 23,725 jazzy cars in your mega-garage. Each car would be a case of, "Meh, no big deal!" And so it goes - - - -
 
Each day gets smaller the older we get because with each passing day time is shrinking relative to the percentage of time we have lived? Are you talking about perception of time or real time? If a person is in a coma for 10 years and then wakes up, will he then have 10 years in reserve?
 
I agree that indeed it is a "big deal" to me. Though it seems that the older I get, the more accepting I am of the inevitable. When I was young I was terrified of dying; now, not so much. Thankfully I have lived a full and mostly comfortable life so I suppose that's the best we can hope for. Now I am grateful to have had such a life and for each day I'm still around, though I do worry about the manner of my death... that's what I dread most.
 
Yeah, I'll keep with my "no big deal." It was written in regards to the jazzy sports cars, FWIW. As far as each day that we're alive, that's up to each person to decide how big a deal it is. I got into Zen at a very early age. Our lives, taken individually, are no more important than those of all other living things in this existence. We give meaning to the meaningless as a way of gaining some security, even with the knowledge of our very, very brief time of conscious existence. Religion helps assuage fears of death, so that's great, for those who have such fears. Death is a complete cessation of existence, an end to the carrying on of any and all life processes. It is a state of nothingness. Why be afraid of nothing? Nobody is so important, as an individual among over seven billion of his/her kind, that he/she matters greatly, if at all, in the cosmic scheme of things. With all of that in mind: If you're happy, and you know it, CLAP YOUR HANDS!
 
Quote: Each day gets smaller the older we get because with each passing day time is shrinking relative to the percentage of time we have lived? Are you talking about perception of time or real time? If a person is in a coma for 10 years and then wakes up, will he then have 10 years in reserve?

Both! We have a larger and larger experiential data base to compare, consciously or not, to our experience of the present day we find ourselves living. That's a matter of perception. In terms of real time, the relationship I referenced, in my op, holds. As far as the revived, former coma patient: Of course, his/her experiential data base would be short, ten years.
 

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