I have such a conflicted feeling about the month of March. You know the feeling of time slipping away so quickly yet it is also flowing slowly?
Physical time is, for the most part, constant. However, what matters more is our psychological perception of time, varying by experience, memory, and attention. Time perception is a revelation of our emotional state. We feel time slows down when we are trying to survive afternoon work hours, but time flies when we are having fun. Can we feel the presence of both timelines simultaneously?
March went by in the blink of an eye. When I recounted the events, though, I felt as if they had happened in a longer stretch of time. Tarene came to visit Medellín and we had a blast. We went to a surreal birthday party and made quite a few interesting friends that week. I felt like I was living the life of a hedonist at some point. Days went on regularly with work, afternoon rainstorms, and endless music. A very special person came into my life unexpectedly. Then the month ended abruptly when I could barely grasp the passage of time.
I couldn’t place a single word or a particular feeling over this sensation. Just, what a bizarre month.