Read this post and thought the author has it spot on.
The rate of the passing of time is something that we decide for ourselves.
How we choose to perceive the passing of time is entirely dependant upon the way we choose to view the events of the moment.
A child waiting for a bus will entertain themself my spinning around, singing songs, watching raindrops run down the bus shelter… generally just finding a way to enjoy themselves.
Suddenly the bus is there, and that moment finishes and the next begins.
Meanwhile, their parents are simply standing there waiting for the bus. Afraid to be like the child and have fun with the simple things… because of what others might think.
The passing of time goes so much slower for them. They are not involved in the moment, they are only waiting for the bus.
The child climbs on the bus and always wants to go on the upper deck… it’s…
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