As soon as I turned 35 time started to speed up, astronomically, and beyond my comprehension. We’re only here on earth for a short while, so why do we insist so much on stealing from our own precious time?
I think about winter solstice - the shortest day of our year - as being our year's hump day. Finally from this day onwards, our days start to get longer and our nights shorter as we move closer towards the shining possibilities of the warmer months. But, sitting back and thinking about a day as getting longer, or a night shorter, serves to remind us that our time here is limited.