my father-in-law has a fascinating explanation of the theory of relativity. every day that goes by makes us one day older. and so the number of total days that we have been here grows larger and larger making the days themselves seem smaller and smaller.
for example: i have been alive for 9,428 days, give or take a few. one day is only one 9,428th of my life. a single hour is 226,272th of my life. it's so absolutely teeny tiny. barely noticable. the days fly by and i hate it. but for jude, who has only been alive 77 days, one day is one 77th of his entire lifetime. it probably explains why to kids the days seem so much longer. they mean more when you have less of them under your belt. summer break was an glorious eternity; each weekend felt like a month.
i suppose the good news for us adults is that the proportional growth is exponential at first but then slows down. the difference between being alive 5 days or 100 days is much more significant than between 7,000 and 9,000. by the time we get up that high it doesnt particularly matter anymore. fast is fast. and then it takes our brains a while to adjust to these new developments so we don't notice until one day... BAM. we're old. and time flies by at an alarming rate.
i made you this fancy graph to illustrate my point.
spoiler: it is in no way mathematically or proportionally accurate. i drew it.
today's title comes courtesy of yesterday's fleet foxies: days are just drops in the river to be lost always.