Philosophical

I have never in my life experienced a week that's felt so long. Not slow, per say, but rather so very fast. Every moment of every day I look back and I look now and I feel as if so much has happened in so little time. But I don't feel as if things are moving too fast. I don't feel as if time is passing me by. I feel as if I'm keeping up and adjusting to each moment as best as I should, and it feels mostly harmonious. But every now and then I look back and realize: it's only been two days. It's only been three days. What, seriously? Only four? And I realize it has felt more like two weeks. Maybe three weeks. I am at such odds with myself and yet, at peace. Philosophical, perhaps.

I wish I could share this feeling with the elderly. Surely they would appreciate it more than I have.