Time as an Illusion

Time is a paradox. Although linear on a human scale, perception bends it into an accelerating format gaining momentum and speed as we travel through it. I have longed believed that the reason why this is so, is that as we get older our memories are peaks of excitement good or bad that are elevated above the routine that life becomes. These peaks are close together in youth as everything is new and exciting, but age dulls the sheen of novelty and hence the peaks start spread apart at a exponential rate.
I worry that this can be also be applied to coffee. Peaks of greatness are distancing themselves and how ordinary to have an ordinary coffee, time will pass quickly before I have one worth remembering.