When we were packing up stuff to move from our home of 33 years to a smaller home, I had a lot of stuff to toss out. Tossing is pretty much a necessity when you downsize.
Some of the things I held onto for decades were cards thanking me for one thing or another. Looking through those reminded me of a different me. Back in the day I feel like I was more compassionate. I did things for people I cared about spontaneously – small acts of kindness, even if it was only a card or note.
I don’t know what happened to the person I was. How did I turn so far inward, concentrating on my own issues rather than others? That was never who I was. Sure I’ll help anyone who asks but the difference now is I seem to have completely lost the ability to anticipate what people need. I have to be told what is needed.
The big question is this: Is this change just a byproduct of getting old, tired, and preoccupied with family or has something in me fundamentally changed? I don’t think that question is answerable. I do have a theory:
You know how, when you’re young, time seems to go so slow? Then, the older you get, the faster time zips by. The idea behind it is when you’re, say a week old, a day is a proportionally large chunk of time. Assuming I’m calculating this correctly, 1 day for a week old baby is 14% of his life. By the time you’re 60, a day is more like .005%.
Based on my time theory, my conclusion is that time just slips away so fast there’s less time to do the things you used to do without even thinking about it.
My solution – We need a time machine. (Yeah, no one saw that one coming, eh?)