As I sit and write, I look back at my life wondering where it has gone. Not so long, I was a little tike, running around playing on my trike. Now I am big, hairy and well not so tall. Wondering about the reason for it all. At 29 time is all mine, but at 29 life is forever ever more cleaver, and so is time, so sweet too eat, so tasty so short for shure. Then what to do, but sit back and think using the time, to put into rhyme, how crazy and obscure is it all?
Nice rhymne. Is that how you spell that? I’m not sure. You are experiencing the great delema. Time goes and we wonder why we didn’t take the time to savor it.
It’s strange you are thinking this at the same time I was thinking how hard it is for me to believe you and Jennifer are no longer little tykes. Your childhood is gone and you’re full adults and have been for some time. It was like it slipped past me and I just now realized it.
It was less than a year ago I decided I should savor each day more and be more conscious of it all, but I don’t know if that’s possible. I’ve had the same reflection about every 5 to 10 years and my reflection has never changed.
I do think it’s important to see each day as important and not let it go by as a wasted day. I’ve had a few of those. I don’t know how many times in my life I stopped and said, “Where has my life gone. How did I get here so fast and not take the time to notice.” That’s life I guess. We are stuck with it and we just need to make each day worth living. Then we will look back and see that life and be proud.
Dad