How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness... — Dr. Seuss
How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?
Author: Dr. Seuss
Insight: We all feel this visceral shock at how fast time moves—how summer somehow became September without warning, how a year dissolves into December. Seuss captures something real about aging that most serious writers miss: the bewilderment itself. It's not that time actually speeds up; it's that each year becomes a smaller fraction of your total life, so it feels faster. When you're five, one year is a fifth of everything you've known. At fifty, it's barely a fraction. The calendar keeps the same pace, but your perception warps. The sneaky part is that this feeling intensifies precisely when you're busiest. Kids and work and routines create this blur where weeks collapse into each other. You look up and realize you haven't called someone in months, or that your child is suddenly taller, and it feels impossible. Some of this is just the texture of adult life. But Seuss hints at something worth resisting: maybe the answer isn't accepting this as inevitable. Maybe it's occasionally breaking the routine enough to actually notice time passing, rather than having it vanish while you're checking email and running errands.
Source: How Did It Get So Late So Soon?, 1996