Well into one of the first nights of the year, a couple friends and I were sitting around a small coffee table in a crowded Starbucks discussing the events that had unfolded over the years. Gossiping, discussing jaw dropping events, laughing over embarrassing moments and then coming to the sudden realization that the past year had gone by so fast.
Time. The irony in the invention of keeping time is that our own bodies does not have the ability to grasp the concept of time passing constantly at the same rate. When in a stuffy, quiet library reading about the quantum of physics, time seems to slow down and stop and when outside, breathing in the cold air while boarding down a mountain, time flies just like you. It's one of life's cruel jokes.
A couple days after the annual conversation ending with "this year flew by," I was online reading the New York Times and came across this article that discussed this very topic (how our body remembers time) but with an obviously more scientific slant.