Each year passes faster than the one before.
Each year is a proportionally smaller slice of your life when compared in the balance. The second year of your life covers half your experience to that point. Your fiftieth year is a mere drop in the bucket, occupying only two percent of your experience.
We begin by learning to feel the pace of a day, then a week, a month. Eventually we learn the pace of years and, if we are blessed, decades.
Imagine what it would have been like to learn to feel the rhythm of centuries.
And imagine how quickly time will fly in the resurrection.