The days blur by

The 11th hour of saturday and it has passed by so quickly. Its amazing to me the concept of time and how we perceive it to move faster or slower depending on future events. If it is something we are looking forward to the time seems to be agonizingly slow and yet for other events the time slips by so fast it is hard to know if those minuets, hours or even days actually existed. 

What is time really but a way to demarcate the present from the past and the future. What is now the present in a moment will be the past and what was the future the present. When it all gets laid out time has no meaning other than an implied importance that we give it.