So when it feels like every year goes by faster than I remember the previous year going, it’s not just because I know I’m inching closer to my inevitable death?
I always felt the more fun (or terrifying) answer to that was exactly this. Time doesn’t seem to get faster because each new moment becomes a smaller and smaller percentage of your life, but because time is actually going by faster.
It’s funny to think about but no time is not speeding up in any meaningful way… it is the stretching of space and the effect it has on light they are talking about
So when it feels like every year goes by faster than I remember the previous year going, it’s not just because I know I’m inching closer to my inevitable death?
I always felt the more fun (or terrifying) answer to that was exactly this. Time doesn’t seem to get faster because each new moment becomes a smaller and smaller percentage of your life, but because time is actually going by faster.
It’s funny to think about but no time is not speeding up in any meaningful way… it is the stretching of space and the effect it has on light they are talking about