Time Is Passing Too Quickly

When I was a kid I wanted time to pass quickly. Early in my childhood I wanted to be a grown-up so I could have ice cream and candy whenever I wanted and I could stay up past my bedtime to watch TV. A few years later, in my teenage years, I wanted to be old enough to get my driver's license and buy beer. Those days are a distant past.

Seemingly not long ago I found a shiny, brand new quarter in some change. I decided to save it so I put the coin on a desk and later when the desk was jostled, the quarter fell to the floor against the wall, inconveniently behind the desk. About 15 minutes ago I lowered myself down onto all fours, climbed under the desk and retrieved that freshly-minted quarter. This is 2019. I noticed that the quarter was dated 2015. Did I really acquired that quarter 4 years ago? I could have sworn it had been within the last year. Yes, now time passes too quickly. Christmases come along too rapidly. Semiannual dentist appointments seem weeks apart. I will be shocked when I learn that a movie I saw at the theater was 10 years ago and not the 3 or 4 I would have guessed.

All of this means I am aging faster than I think I am, therefore death is coming up more quickly than I realize that it is. I am not thrilled with the aging but it is death that really concerns me. I try to rationalize it. I think: I'll be dead so I won't really miss both the fun, and the pain of living. For some reason that seems to be small consolation. On a positive note, at least now I can buy beer and am allowed to eat all the candy I want.