The World Theatre X - The Time Machine

As I get older, I notice that the days go by without hardly noticing. If I have to listen to those who are older than me, this effect will worsen more and more. So I find myself in a painful situation where I not only feel the days, weeks, months, go by like a quick dream, but they do increasingly faster. I see myself in a state of senile prostration in just a couple of blinks.

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I have been documenting and reflecting on the phenomenon, to try to remedy it. But I have not yet found a satisfactory explanation. I am pondering some assumptions, namely:

• The perception of time accelerates as we stop our learning: all these eons of waiting when you're a kid (minutes actually) appear only because our infant heads are hungry of stimuli all the time
• The lack of a Zen attitude, causes us alienation and we live a present moment stolen by our headaches, lack of attention and undisciplined mind that wanders to and fro, over twenty topics at once
• Our lives become more and more routine, always doing the same thing the same way, without the ability to surprise or anticipate

In any case I have no doubt that this problem, so to speak, is found only in our heads, and that only we have the key, if not to stop, at least to slow this machine that rapidly consumes the moments of our short lives. I still have not found that key. Have you?