Life and Toilet Paper
I recently read where a man described life as a roll of toilet paper. The closer to the end the faster it goes.
I thought he made a good point. We measure time by the sun and for most of us the clock on the wall.
If you can, imagine it stayed sunny all day and there were no clocks. Your only means of telling time was how it felt to you.
With that in mind, think back to when you were a kid and your whole life was a head of you. Remember those long summer afternoons. You could start and finish two projects before the sun went down,
I guess those afternoons s would have contained an extra few hours.
Do you remember the month in between Thanksgiving and Christmas? That month must have held at least sixty-three days.
Then there were the last two weeks of school. Those two weeks most likely held thirty days.
Now that you are grown. I am sure the average month has less than two weeks. After all, I hardly get my power bill paid before it is due again.
For you that have reached and passed your mid-life years. No one knows how many months those years held. One day the hours were passing like a race car. The next you were sure times had come to a complete halt.
The year between my forty-ninth birthday and my fifth had exactly twelve months in it. Every year since has one less month that the year before it.
My great granddaddy lived to ninety-seven. I bet he felt like he was getting up in time to go to bed.
