We are into the new year and 2 weeks of the 52 have already flown by. Every Sunday is a day of mourning because the next day is the start of a new week of work, but before one knows it, it is Friday evening already. Each day flies by and before one says 'Jack Robinson' it is time to snuggle under the blanket and go jet setting through the stars. No matter whether one has a lot to do or nothing at all, time still flies. Have my perceptions changed? Am I struggling to keep up with time? In my younger days time weighed heavily on my hands. There was so much to do, but even so, time dragged. I was constantly 'bored'. Is it a matter of perception? Of enjoying just 'being' today than 'having to do' what one 'had to do' in one's youth and childhood? Or is time really going faster? If it is the latter, what is going on? Book after book, video after video about time and various spiritual dimensions say that time is relative. What might be a fleeting second in another dimension stretches out in this. There was also a lot of stuff in the first decade of this century that was going around, about ascension - the consciousness of human beings transitioning to another dimension. Could it mean that this is indeed happening and hence time seems to go faster? I remember my mom saying that people were getting more religious as we went deeper into Kaliyuga. I used to scoff at the idea because for me 'religious' did not equate with 'spiritual' growth. Today however, I see the spiritual awareness of people really rising. There are a number of spiritual gurus (yes, genuine ones), not necessarily all of them fake. It gives hope that we might be going in the right direction after all. This might sound like another ramble, but I can't help wonder. Or is this again wishful thinking?