I tease folks sometimes by telling them 'The older I get, the better I was.' It would be funnier if it were close to true but it's not. I've been a stumble bunny pretty much every day of my life.
But when I was a kid, the irony of ironies, I couldn't wait until I was older. And now that I am, it sucks but it's still better than the alternative. I read obituaries in my local paper, not just to check I'm not in them yet, and my reaction to the death of anyone younger than I am is 'They were so young.' Even though neither I nor they (in all probability) actually are.
I've been haunted in recent years and for decades by the suspicion that time is speeding up. Yes, I know the hours, days, weeks, months, and years are the same length with one exception (looking at you, February) every four years. And yet, it's all faster. Because it is. Surprise!
Perhaps experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted.
-bill kenny
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