Where Time Goes...

Although wisdom is supposedly accrued with the passing of time and life's lessons learnt, the more the years go by, the less tenuous is my grip on the realities of existence. And now, of course, I find myself wondering over the most evident aspects of our spell on Earth, or rather that of those dearest to me, as age and associated illness mark out and define the timeline until it is clear that time does eventually run out on all of us. The thought of a precious being leaving, and becoming a myriad of memories is meagre consolation, all the harder when their own ability to recall the past and retrieve the memories it holds is being stripped away, pushing both them and us into an extended present moment, where time circles back on itself. Perhaps we just need to learn that skill from life; the ability to momentarily seize and appreciate the fleeting pleasures of our lives for the limited time they may last and the capacity to admire the beauty of Life itself.