Heard an old (aren’t they all) ABBA song today, HAPPY NEW YEAR, and was reminded again at how fast the time flies, even those moments that seemed to drag at the time.
In that song they sing about what lies waiting down the line in ten years time, in the end of eighty-nine. Meaning I first heard it in 79.
But those 10 years to the end of 89, which would have felt like SUCH a long time away to me as a kid, have long since passed, plus almost another TWENTY-FIVE on top. Where? How?
I’m not being (overly) melancholic, but these things leave me wondering. People who were my age now back then are more likely to be dead, or mostly less aware (than even me) of what’s happening around them. That’s not being morbid, just a fact almost, I guess, as they approach 80. I still can’t quite imagine that age, despite being closer to it than the kid I was, and if the next 35 years slip by as quickly as the last I may not even see it coming.
So I better do what I can with what I have, and appreciate those around me, those in my head and my heart. And make the most of whatever I want to do with my time, however much is left for me.
Not really sure what this post has been about. Things passing too easily, perhaps. Passing unseen. And, if you remove just a handful of people, as things stand I will pass mostly unseen. Unread. Unfelt. Untouched.
Crikey. Can you feel the melancholia now…? 😉