time’s heartbeat in a human life

black and white photo of clocks
Photo by Andrey Grushnikov on Pexels.com

When I was a child, eternity filled every day. The world was a behemoth moving in slow motion.

Into adulthood, each day slowed to the rhythm of the heart. At last, I was well-suited.

But the heartbeat continues to slow as I age. Each day contains fewer beats, some contain none, and the world appears as a blur to me.

 

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