TIME

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells…
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Aside from being a very cool song I have a vague question
I want to run past you just to get an opinion on a theory regarding
this all too familiar phenomena of the way time seeming speeds up as we grow older?

My theory is that
if you view time as a FRACTION of one’s life as if it were A PIE CHART
perhaps it might begin to makes sense:

When you’re 2 years old a year drags on for what seems like forever since
Your Slice of Pie, One Year, is Literally HALF of Your Life.

Fast forward to our youth when a long vacation holiday is so long you actually
begin to long for it to come to an end so you can get back to your mates at school
…again… still 8-10 a year is still a pretty satisfying slice of Pie here on earth

By the time you’re 30 or so, you always feel rushed because there’s so much to do,
so precious little time to get it done. You’re already half way through your allotted time
with often all too little to show for it, besides, there isn’t enough time to think about dessert!

At 60 those LITTLE SLICES of TIME/PIE are paper thin…. as you wish for just a
little bit more (as you sit picking every dropped crumb you’d missed from your lap)

…so…
Any of you Maths Majors care to venture an opinion on my intuitive theory?

Ogmog said:

TIME

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells…
=============================================

Aside from being a very cool song I have a vague question
I want to run past you just to get an opinion on a theory regarding
this all too familiar phenomena of the way time seeming speeds up as we grow older?

My theory is that
if you view time as a FRACTION of one’s life as if it were A PIE CHART
perhaps it might begin to makes sense:

When you’re 2 years old a year drags on for what seems like forever since
Your Slice of Pie, One Year, is Literally HALF of Your Life.

Fast forward to our youth when a long vacation holiday is so long you actually
begin to long for it to come to an end so you can get back to your mates at school
…again… still 8-10 a year is still a pretty satisfying slice of Pie here on earth

By the time you’re 30 or so, you always feel rushed because there’s so much to do,
so precious little time to get it done. You’re already half way through your allotted time
with often all too little to show for it, besides, there isn’t enough time to think about dessert!

At 60 those LITTLE SLICES of TIME/PIE are paper thin…. as you wish for just a
little bit more (as you sit picking every dropped crumb you’d missed from your lap)

…so…
Any of you Maths Majors care to venture an opinion on my intuitive theory?

It’s a very common idea.

Witty Rejoinder said:

Ogmog said:

TIME

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells…
=============================================

Aside from being a very cool song I have a vague question
I want to run past you just to get an opinion on a theory regarding
this all too familiar phenomena of the way time seeming speeds up as we grow older?

My theory is that
if you view time as a FRACTION of one’s life as if it were A PIE CHART
perhaps it might begin to makes sense:

When you’re 2 years old a year drags on for what seems like forever since
Your Slice of Pie, One Year, is Literally HALF of Your Life.

Fast forward to our youth when a long vacation holiday is so long you actually
begin to long for it to come to an end so you can get back to your mates at school
…again… still 8-10 a year is still a pretty satisfying slice of Pie here on earth

By the time you’re 30 or so, you always feel rushed because there’s so much to do,
so precious little time to get it done. You’re already half way through your allotted time
with often all too little to show for it, besides, there isn’t enough time to think about dessert!

At 60 those LITTLE SLICES of TIME/PIE are paper thin…. as you wish for just a
little bit more (as you sit picking every dropped crumb you’d missed from your lap)

…so…
Any of you Maths Majors care to venture an opinion on my intuitive theory?

It’s a very common idea.

Yes, I’ve heard it before…

Time is the fire in which we burn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9JXtbdIesw

I think it’s a traveller.

furious said:

Witty Rejoinder said:

Ogmog said:

TIME

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells…
=============================================

Aside from being a very cool song I have a vague question
I want to run past you just to get an opinion on a theory regarding
this all too familiar phenomena of the way time seeming speeds up as we grow older?

My theory is that
if you view time as a FRACTION of one’s life as if it were A PIE CHART
perhaps it might begin to makes sense:

When you’re 2 years old a year drags on for what seems like forever since
Your Slice of Pie, One Year, is Literally HALF of Your Life.

Fast forward to our youth when a long vacation holiday is so long you actually
begin to long for it to come to an end so you can get back to your mates at school
…again… still 8-10 a year is still a pretty satisfying slice of Pie here on earth

By the time you’re 30 or so, you always feel rushed because there’s so much to do,
so precious little time to get it done. You’re already half way through your allotted time
with often all too little to show for it, besides, there isn’t enough time to think about dessert!

At 60 those LITTLE SLICES of TIME/PIE are paper thin…. as you wish for just a
little bit more (as you sit picking every dropped crumb you’d missed from your lap)

…so…
Any of you Maths Majors care to venture an opinion on my intuitive theory?

It’s a very common idea.

Yes, I’ve heard it before…

I haven’t heard it before, but it’s my favourite theory.

Of course if could be wrong, it could be that time gets faster as memories get lost, which is quite different.

Or the case that new memories identical to old memories don’t get remembered anew.

Or it could be that the hours go at the same speed but the months get faster.

mollwollfumble said:

furious said:

Witty Rejoinder said:

It’s a very common idea.

Yes, I’ve heard it before…

I haven’t heard it before, but it’s my favourite theory.

Of course if could be wrong, it could be that time gets faster as memories get lost, which is quite different.

Or the case that new memories identical to old memories don’t get remembered anew.

Or it could be that the hours go at the same speed but the months get faster.

Life becomes routine so not much to differentiate one day from another so they all roll into one even if the day itself goes slow

as we get older fewer things surprise and amaze us, so time seems to pass by faster as we lose markers of remembrance…. unless you are a member of this forum where time stands still.

Night night