So I had a friend of mine send me a message on on my 39th birthday (yesterday) saying that she thinks 39 is old. Well, that caused me to ponder a bit about the question of life being short? and if I believed "life was flying by?"
In some ways my memory deceives me a bit into thinking that time has "flown." Reality, however is that a lot of experiences and life has happened in my lifetime. Events, celebrations, grief, pain, joy, commitment, faith, blood, sweat, tears, hopes and dreams all have been a part of those experiences.
When I think about all the places I've been, the things I've seen, and the number of people I have had the honor to meet I am amazed I haven't needed more time.
I guess life is all about perspective, maybe time flies when we aren't paying attention?