Of those most understated things comfronting us, as we age, I think experiancial time would be on the top of the list. That is; Time as we experiance it.

Remember how long an hour was when you were in Kindergarden? Today, I don't experiance that much time in a full day....it could be argued - a week. I now understand the little old lady plugging down the highway at 35mph. To US she's poking down the road like a snail; to her, she's tearing down the road at breakneck speed; barely able to keep the wheels on the pavement.

I don't understand exactly why time compresses in experiance like this, but find increasingly, there just isn't the time in the day to do what all needs done. Even though there are still 60 seconds in a minute, 24 hours in a day, there is less and less time. If I was truely at "Middle Age" and would live to be 104; I surely would experiance that remaining time as less than it being 1/10th of the time I've already spent on this earth.

As young Turks, we weren't really warned about this. This certainly wasn't given the attention it deserved. Now I just sit back and watch time whistle by in dumbfounded amazement.

Does anyone know why this situation exists? Does anyone have any input on this subject? Do you have a system for coping?