Why is it that while many things seem to diminish with age, the strength
of time grows stronger?
When I was young it seemed as if time never moved at all. Now I know, that
the reason time seems to go by slower in a persons early years, is that we
have not the expanse of time to compare it's (time) movement to. In other
words, if we are but ten years old, that's all the time passage we know.
What happened five years ago is half our life and a long time to us indeed.
Time for us, starts as a gentle soft breeze. This wind of time gradually
starts to gain momentum and grows stronger as time goes by. Now as a person
of gray hair and dimming eyes, time has became a powerful straight wind of
almost hurricane proportions. It is blowing me done life's path at an
alarming rate. It seems that as one Christmas is just gone another is here
before we have time to draw a deep breath, or as a matter of fact to pay the
bills from the Christmas past.
Memories are wonderful things and we are most fortunate to have them. One
of the best things about memories however, is the sharing of these memories
with those who created them with us. The fact I find most heartbreaking is
that many of those same people did not make the journey with us. How many
times have I laughed about some distant memory only to be sadly reminded
that all the participants are no longer around to laugh with me? It is said
that these distant memories will warm our hearts in our old age. I think
this is true somewhat but I for one can not change a memory into warm flesh
and blood.
So as this strong wind blows us down that path of time, we must resist and
attempt to slow this wind. We need the time to reflect, to enjoy these
golden years. Now all I need so badly to know is, how does one accomplish
this great feat. When if find the answer to this question, I think I will
be rich indeed!