Has anyone ever studied why life speeds up the older you get? John Mortimer (in The Summer of a Dormouse – which should be required reading for any geriatrics rotation) puts it beautifully … “In childhood, the afternoons spread out for years. For the old, the years flicker past like the briefest of afternoons. The playwright Christopher Fry, now 93, told me that after the age of 80 you seem to be having breakfast every five minutes.”
I’m still only about half John Mortimer’s age, but undeniably puzzled about where the first half of 2008 went. Looking for the name of a restaurant where I’d had lunch with a friend quite recently (as I thought) I saw from my diary that we met nearly a year ago.
I can’t believe I am any busier than I was in my late 20s or any happier (in case the old saying about time flying when you are enjoying yourself contains a grain of truth). But have you ever noticed how return journeys always seem shorter than outward ones? (And I don’t mean when you cross the Atlantic from the UK, when the jet stream can be blamed for long outward flights,when you wish you weren’t awake for so long, and short return flights, when you wish you could be asleep for longer.)
So my theory is that familiarity breeds acceleration rather than contempt – I hope somebody can suggest a method of testing this.
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Liz Wager is a freelance writer, trainer and publications consultant who works
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Publication Ethics) and a member of the BMJ’s Ethics Committee.
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