“Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don’t remember growing older, When did they? Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years. One season following another, Laden with happiness and tears.” — “Sunrise, Sunset,” a song from the musical “Fiddler on the Roof,” written in 1964 by composer Jerry Bock and lyricist Sheldon Harnick
I recently read an article titled “Why time feels like it speeds up as we get older.” According to the article, this phenomenon may be a result of our perception of the world shifting over the course of our lives, influenced by neurology, psychology, and perhaps physics as well; there’s still a lot we don’t understand.