Tempus fugit. It’s a Latin expression that means “time flies.”
I first heard this expression from my dad, who is Yale-graduate-level learned. I was a just a teen, so I had to either assume he’d freakishly sneezed or ask him what it meant. Tempus has been vigorously fugitting since I was a lad, so Googling wasn’t an option then, so since I didn’t see snot, I asked. I was fascinated that “time flies” was such a ridiculously ancient expression.
Then, when I became a dad myself, I discovered a new depth of understanding about the concept. I came to appreciate how, ironically, timeless this concept of the turbo-charged passage of time was. It all just goes so fast when you have kids. Sooooooooooo fast.
This sped-up “day in the life” style video brought all of these thoughts out of the past for me, like an inquisitive visiting relative pulling a dusty trunk down from a forgotten attic.
You can’t stop time. But you can try to to pay really really close attention, and maybe that can somehow make it seem slower. Sort of. Maybe. You can always video it though, right? At least we’ve got that as a middle finger to throw in Time’s relentlessly fugitting face.
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I turned my head for one week…
Something I wrote about my youngest growing up while time was flying.