Passage of time merely relative
by Brian Wainstein, Editor-In-Chief

   As I’ve grown older, I have noticed time seems to be speeding up.
   While half an hour used to drag on and seem to last a lifetime when I was a kid (a younger kid to some of our readers), now it passes faster than it ever did.
   Now, anyway, time seems to fly. A mere 30 minutes takes no time at all. The drive to Houston keeps getting shorter.
   Some physicists and many philosophers say time is an illusion. It doesn’t really exist at all, or if it does exist, it is merely another dimension our limited senses can traverse in only one direction.
   If time is an illusion, it seems to be relative: the more time that has passed, the quicker, relatively, it goes.
   When I was 5 years old, I had covered (hopefully) only a 20th of my lifetime. Now, at the ripe old age of 21, I have survived over a fifth of my life. The sands of time are slipping through my hands, and I can do nothing about it.
   Nobody gets out if this life alive, they say. Well, I say it really, but I must have heard it somewhere.
This relativistic spin on time explains a lot.
   First of all, most police officers are older than I am, so, to them, it may seem as though I speed. However, in my frame of reference, I’m merely going the speed limit.
   Secondly, it explains why old people are always telling kids to slow down. Conversely, we younger folk see a lot of old people moving really slowly and shuffling along.
   To them, they may be zooming down the corridors on their walkers.
   Well, I guess, eventually, we’ll find out one day.
    I’m really in no hurry to get old. I know that it will happen. The alternative is pretty grim, but I tend to take life as it comes.
    I know one day I will race down corridors on a walker. Hey, I already think that kids have too much energy and move way too much.
   Aging is definitely a mental process; in fact, I think gray hair makes a guy look distinguished.
   Suspenders may be next year’s fashion statement, along with knee-high socks with a comb in one of them, shorts and horn-rimmed glasses.
   Stylin’.
   All of this will happen in time. There’s really no hurry.
   Time flies when you’re having fun.