And now you've made me jealous - you see, your life has a theme, a quite particular and distinct thread that runs throughout. I seem to have lurched through life -in fits and starts- and sometimes, looking back, I think I must have missed something pretty damned important. Several somethings. There's the "then" and here's the "now" and slap bang in the middle of it, someone dumped an ocean.
As for yourself, just think: PCB is always going to be there. Looking forward you can have the best of both worlds, all the precious memories you've touched upon above, and then some day you'll sit there, maybe in a folding chair, and watch your children walk with your grandchildren, making their own imprints, building their own memories.
"my sadness comes from the fact of growing older and feeling your limitations, but I realized this past week that there was only a very short period of time in my younger days where I felt free and without fear and that unknown possibilities were around the corner. So if I'm pining for my youth, well, it wasn't all that great anyway. Probably many of us didn't have that ideal sort of freedom and excitement."
Many of us? Or, indeed, any of us... Because we all end up pledging to do things a damn sight better than our parents did, and we (most of us) still wish we knew the secrets that our parents must have known in order to survive what we put them through. And sooner or later, we repeat the same lines that our parents used on us, then clamp a hand over our mouths, thinking, "I can't believe I said that!" I guess that's what growing up does to us.
As for growing old, I can't say I'm to thrilled at the prospect. Any impact my presence on this planet might have had will vanish just as surely as those footprints on the beach. But the saviour of my sanity whenever I begin to dwell on such things is that, thank god, I have children. Maybe someday my son, or his daughter, or my daughter's grandson, might be the doctor that cures AIDS or the pilot of the first manned spaceship to land on Jupiter.
And they better damn well acknowledge me in their first speech to the world's press!
Beautiful
And now you've made me jealous - you see, your life has a theme, a quite particular and distinct thread that runs throughout. I seem to have lurched through life -in fits and starts- and sometimes, looking back, I think I must have missed something pretty damned important. Several somethings. There's the "then" and here's the "now" and slap bang in the middle of it, someone dumped an ocean.
As for yourself, just think: PCB is always going to be there. Looking forward you can have the best of both worlds, all the precious memories you've touched upon above, and then some day you'll sit there, maybe in a folding chair, and watch your children walk with your grandchildren, making their own imprints, building their own memories.
"my sadness comes from the fact of growing older and feeling your limitations, but I realized this past week that there was only a very short period of time in my younger days where I felt free and without fear and that unknown possibilities were around the corner. So if I'm pining for my youth, well, it wasn't all that great anyway. Probably many of us didn't have that ideal sort of freedom and excitement."
Many of us? Or, indeed, any of us... Because we all end up pledging to do things a damn sight better than our parents did, and we (most of us) still wish we knew the secrets that our parents must have known in order to survive what we put them through. And sooner or later, we repeat the same lines that our parents used on us, then clamp a hand over our mouths, thinking, "I can't believe I said that!" I guess that's what growing up does to us.
As for growing old, I can't say I'm to thrilled at the prospect. Any impact my presence on this planet might have had will vanish just as surely as those footprints on the beach. But the saviour of my sanity whenever I begin to dwell on such things is that, thank god, I have children. Maybe someday my son, or his daughter, or my daughter's grandson, might be the doctor that cures AIDS or the pilot of the first manned spaceship to land on Jupiter.
And they better damn well acknowledge me in their first speech to the world's press!