I've never had the experience of time passing at a fixed rate. Most of my experience of time passing slowly is through depression, watching the minutes tick past slowly on the clock. I haven't been as depressed lately, which is nice. I also don't have kids so I don't know how that affects things.
I'm OK with it. I always have something major I'm trying to do, and the more quickly time passes the easier it is to accomplish major things, because progress becomes more apparent over the long term.
Right now I'm also OK with dying, although that will probably change once I actually get some sort of terminal illness. I never wanted to live forever, but I've always wanted to be old. My dad spent the last 30 years of his life basically waiting to die, and I'm not doing that. Nothing to regret here.
― Un Poco Loco Moco (rushomancy), Monday, 15 July 2019 07:17 (five years ago)