“Every day we're standing in a time capsule
Racing down a river from the past
Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel
Facing down the future coming fast”
- Rush
Another year come and almost gone… Didn’t we just mark our entry into the 2000’s last year? What? That was SIX years ago almost… Where have the years gone? It’s been how long since I was there? …that I did that? …that I saw them? I’m getting old…
It seems like almost yesterday when I was looking forward to getting out of high school… Carefree days visiting with friends, staying up all night, walking around town, playing tag all over large bales of hay, playing AD&D through an entire weekend, racing along back country roads… Where has life gone? What have I to show for all the years so far? What will I have to show in the future?
The past is now so clear, the present is starting to fade, and the future is obscured… What is coming towards me down the river of time?
To all… Happy New Year! May your future be bright…
About Me
- Morgan2112
- I am an…eclectic…individual with a soul as ancient as the multi-verse; I live by a code of Lawfulness, but one of my own design, and one which is anachronistic; I possess utter derision for the societies of the world today – I see them as a desecration of the potential eminence of humanity; I am no more than myself…
1 comment:
What have you to show for all the years?!? Hell, same as everyone else, no doubt: you've got a life. High school was fun, but there was crap then, too. Since has had crap, but been fun as well. Your time out west, trips south of the border, the ability to look back through time and actually claim the wisdom of experience (instead of the posturing, which is all sixteen year olds can *really* do!) Kids sired, job victories, more sunsets and thunderstorms since childhood as well.
One thing the Eastern folk have right, the language game has ruined our ability to enjoy the now. With language, we can live in the (now gone) past or the (not yet existent) future. The very act of taking time to reflect moves the moment of experience into the past, and we miss the occasion. Not that language and reflection are bad, but remember that when ask what you have to show, all of you've got is the language snapshots. Like any snapshots they fail to do the actual experience justice. What you've really got is uniquely yours, same as the rest of us. We can rejoice and mourn with you, as you share the snapshots of your life... but that life is preciously, uniquely, completely yours. We are all interdependent, but we are not all one. That is part of the fun of the symphony! OK, enough already! I'm going :-)
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