Time

Have you noticed how as you get older, time just flies… (Time flies. When I was young and I used to hear the older folks talking about time flying, I used to wonder what they meant. How did time fly? I used to picture within the realms of my mind, those cartoon images of a clock been hurled through the air. That’s time flying right!)

But back to the point, time really flies as you age. It used to take a lifetime to get around to your next birthday when you were young right? Now I find myself in conversations with my husband as to whether we just turned 34 or if we are approaching our 34th year. (We were born within the same year…… he’s older though……. Thought I would mention it!)

You kind of loose track as you get older. You just remember that you are kind of around that age. You get stuck in an age haze. Your days are filled with great moments and occurrences, but numbers just never seem to feature. And what’s also amazing to me is how it just does not seem to matter anymore. Remember when you turned 13. It was like, ooohhh I’m 13. Then you turned 16 and you were like… hey, I’m 16. Then 18. Yes, I’m 18. Then 21… Whhooohhoooo 21. Then 30……. your like… what… did something happen? What?

I guess as you get older and life becomes crammed with so many other things that matter, those big numbers seem so little, whilst when you were small, those little numbers just seemed so big. Although there are those who seem insistent on those numbers playing a key role in their lives as they age. Those are the people I call Pointless Runners. What’s a Pointless Runner? A Pointless Runner, are those who lie about their age, or try to conceal it. They devote much of their time trying to act in a way which is contrary to the numbers they have notched up on thier calender. Oh yes, I’m sure we all know one. And why are they Pointless Runners? Because trying to run from the fact that you are the age that you are is pointless. Again, let me refer once more to my husband, (lovely man… and he still has all his own hair… I think). We were talking just the other day about how, in regards to your age, those numbers just keep climbing but inside you still feel like the person you were at the age of eighteen. The only real difference being that your responsibilities have now quadrupled, and in my case, your body has started having a mind of it’s own. (It’s true. Now when I say loose weight, it won’t listen… and it used to be so responsive when I was in my twenties. But that’s another post). To me, I guess the truth of the matter is that the number does not really matter. That’s just there for official use, so that the man can categorize you and place you within society. It’s there to remind us of who within our social groupings are the ones who need to be putting something in place for the younger generation that are soon to follow. It is there to remind us of our social responsibilities, our social standing. But the truth is that within ourselves, in our hearts… we are as young as we feel. And I don’t think that there is anything wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with being young at heart. I am. And I guess that shows in my approach to this life that we are blessed to be living. Right now, times are not too easy for me, but with a spring in my step I look forward to the new day with hope and optimism, as it could well be the day that turns everything around for me. However, do not get being young at heart confused with immaturity and irresponsibility. Those numbers that continue to climb demand that we mature, they demand that we take responsibility and we have an obligation within our social sphere to do so. But we can still do so with a song in our hearts and a smile on our face right? I think so. Oh… and because you are young at heart, it does not mean that you have to dress like a child in torment. (No 34 year old woman should be dressing like a seventeen year old cheerleader and no fifty year old male should be dressing like a twenty one year old DJ.) You know I am right.

Time passes by so quickly, so quickly… and it can never be reclaimed. Once a moment is lost, it can never be regained. So my advice to you… don’t loose that moment. Live life to the fullest. Relish every second. Make every memory a good one. Although, as you age, the concept of a good memory changes. The fact that you can remember the details of a specific event alone makes it a good memory. You can remember… it’s good. Whilst a bad memory is one you can not remember. What happened yesterday? Oh I can’t remember. Oh that’s bad. Hence a bad memory! And so in essence, I conclude by stating that yes time flies, embrace life and live, be proud of your age but don’t let it make or break you… and most important of all… if you can remember what happened yesterday… be thankful, as tomorrow you may not remember what happened today.