Some say that time marches. If it marched I'm sure I could keep pace. I believe it dashes, darts, and races with me just barely hanging on. Some say that time flies. Now that I can agree with.
I celebrated another birthday yesterday. How did I get to be this old already? I demand a recount. Time is definitely my enemy. Not just because it gives me sagging jowls and grays my hair, but because it robs me of the many things I want to do and don't seem to have time for.
Maybe I want to do too much, maybe I have no direction or maybe I'm just slow, or is it all of the above? I find it very unsettling. Does anyone else share these feelings or am I alone in my mid-life frustrations?
Birthday Candle Photo by juliaklarman
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
ANOTHER CANDLE ON THE CAKE
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ReplyDeleteno matter how old they get,
never lose their beauty -
they merely move it from their
faces into their hearts.
- Martin Buxbaum