How is it that...we all share this notion of time...yet the feeling of how much time has passed can feel so different depending on the situation?? Why is it that when you're sad or lonely or afraid...time passes by so slowly. When we are happy, it passes by so quickly?
Sitting at the hospital waiting room this morning, I can imagine how slowly time seem to pass when you're waiting to see a doctor or receive treatment of some sort. Especially if you yourself are the patient!
When you're lonely...the nights and mornings just seem to drag on and on. With every minute a new opportunity to torture yourself.
We all know what...say a half hour... feels like.
Yet in different situations...it makes a world of difference!
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