My grandmother told me when I turned 20 that the years would begin to "get faster", and was she ever right about that one!

I was recently talking to someone about how time really seems to fly. He remarked that he was dropping the phrase "as slow as Christmas" from his vocabulary as it seemed to come so quickly these days. As a kid it seemed like an eternity for Christmas to arrive. Now, it seems to get here in just a few short blinks of an eye.

While typing, my mind went to this passage:

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.