This is already one of my favorite texts in this year that is just beginning. I am a person who has mixed feelings with time. Sometimes I feel like I'm losing it, other times I feel like I'm squeezing it out until the last second. Like you, I believe that the passing of time is relative: it is slow for those who wait and fast for those who fear. I like the advice of mentally distributing time so as not to believe that I have it by the hand and I loved that final reflection of sleeping and aging in the same image. Victor Hugo said: Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age. That's how relative time is. If we see that time passes and we don't change or advance, maybe we should start doing other things. Thank you always for your reflections, @chbartist;)
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