This one rings so true to me right now. As my workometer keeps inexorably ticking down toward zero I'm more and more aware of the time flying past. It seems like suddenly I've gone from "my god, adult life is so exciting! I wonder what my best friend C is doing? Maybe he wants to go to happy hour" and then being focused on that moment and not thinking about what may happen the next day. to "I've been working 32 years and plan to work another 7. Where does the time go?" as I pack an amazon return, make SO's lunch for tomorrow and chop veggies for tonight's shrimp stir fry dinner. The reality is that I'm just as happy, and present, doing the things I'm doing this evening as I was doing the things I was doing 30 years ago. In both cases I'm very present in the moment and very grateful for that moment but the moment is not at all the same and it makes me wonder what that moment will be for me 10, 20, 30 years down the road if I should be lucky enough to be still having moments then.