When we’re young, one second can last forever. Patience runs thin.
The opposite is true as we age — life seems to speed up along with all the responsibilities. And time refuses to slow down.
As adults, we wish we could do nothing on purpose, let alone feel our brain processing the freedom of summer.
Tainted by jadedness despite all the rigorous introspection, grown-ups experience the psychic costs of trying to adapt the environment to their needs.
The high strung child goes with the flow, unconstrained by the suck of mental software.
The rules break us, over time, on top of the tick-tock of the moment. The clock is always boss.