We spend our lives waiting to sit one exam after another.
As you stumble through
life you encounter
people you love
and people you hate,
and vice versa.
All you can do is hope,
when you balance your
end of life ledger,
that the former
outnumber the latter.
You can’t control your grandchildren, or what happens to them and their generation; can’t control your children or what happens to them and their generation. Hell, you can’t even control much about yourself and your generation.
memories of childhood
and youth. Events that were
once full of colour and sound
and movement and excitement
and familiar people and places,
are now, at best, faded shadows
words forgotten, places unpictured
names and faces beyond recall.
Life is full of incidents and accidents, and the occasional cunning plan gone horribly wrong.
When I was young I couldn’t imagine being 70. Now I am in my seventies I can’t imagine being any other age.
If you were born in a different time, a different place, would you be a different you?
When I look back in history I distinguish between times when I was alive and times before I was born.There seems a difference in the quality of the world when you are in it.
When we look at old family photographs of ourselves when young we focus on the obvious, the externals – our height, our hair styles, our clothing, our bicycle, our friends and family and pets. But these are just externals that tell us little of times past. Look at your eyes in the photos, look into them, what is that young man thinking and feeling at this moment and that? But sadly, perhaps, in spite of what is often said, eyes are a one way window – we can see out but not in, no matter how intently we try to penetrate that gaze.
You spend the first half of your life learning thousands of people’s names and the second half gradually forgetting them.