I wonder if a person’s
internal clock changes as they grow older. The year 2025 went by so quickly,
and I now have one year less to live. I aimed to finish this piece of writing
before the 2026 countdown, but it is now thirteen minutes past two on New Year’s
Day.
Many things had occurred in 2025, yet I can only remember a few in detail. When the events of daily life begin to repeat themselves, our brains stop registering those memories with permanent addresses, and we start to forget and gradually resign to accept life is boring and, at its worst, meaningless.