In the words of musician Conor Oberst:

How time can move both fast and slow - amazes me

I once worked at a nursing home back in high school and college. I wasn't a caretaker, I just worked in the kitchen and then as a receptionist. But what I learned there, what I saw there and what I felt there was enough. It is enough. It is enough to last me a lifetime of wanting to have no regrets. A lifetime of wanting to grab every moment and make it worth something.

Or maybe it has created a lifetime of obsession with time. Unnecessary worry about not having enough or maybe too much.

Just enough experience to continuously feel trampled by time.