Chronophobia

n. a persistent, intense fear of time or of time passing” from Oxford Languages

How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon.

December is here before it’s June.

My goodness how the time has flewn.

How did it get so late so soon?” ~ Dr. Seuss

How did it get so late so soon? In the blink of an eye it is already June. It is such a paradox each day can seem never ending yet a month can go by without a flicker of additional thought. What constitutes as worthy of memory? Is there in intrinsic factor that makes it ineffaceable?

This passing of time seems like a loss; a continual, inexorable loss. An inability to hold onto what has transpired, destined to be fleeting, destined to leave you longing for the good times to stay a little longer.

Perhaps this is what makes it ineffaceable, knowing you can never have it again.

KAIROSCLEROSIS

n. the moment you realise that you’re currently happy – consciously trying to savour the feeling – which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste” from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

It’s a word I am not sure how to pronounce correctly, but it perfectly describes the feeling that does wash over me from time to time, when there aren’t many distractions around you and you’re just “being-ing”. Being in that moment, being surrounded by your own thoughts and the perfect combination of whatever is happening, leading to the realisation you are just … happy. A happiness laced with contentment and sprinkled with peace.

Simple happiness, a rarity in the life we lead, even rarer in the memories we collect.