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In reply to the discussion: On growing older: [View all]Javaman
(62,500 posts)where, indeed, does the time go?
Just last week I was slam dancing to The Ramones and couple of days ago I was working on a commercial as a cinematographer.
And now, I'm not. How did that happen?
I think of the line from that Talking Heads song, "How did I get here?"
It's a weird concept to think that, statistically speaking, I have lived longer now then I have time remaining on the earth. Yet, at points I wonder about what I have actually accomplished? I have done a lot of things, traveled to a lot of places, met interesting people, dined on amazing food and yet, what's it all mean?
It's the journey, so I am told and the journey only ends when you give up. There is still so much yet to do and experience that I feel that I won't have enough time. Isn't that the mortal rub of it all.
Have we loved enough? Have we shared enough? Have we smiled enough? But the bigger question is: what is enough?
My personal belief is that this is it, we only get one shot and we are through. Yet, in the deep recesses of my mind, I enjoy the what if of; that our mortal coil is nothing but a holding spot for a better us on the other side. As a caterpillar turns into a butterfly, we are to be transformed into something different. Something indescribable to us. Matter can neither be created or destroyed, so what becomes of the electrical impulse that we all have within us?
I'd like to ponder that all of this would eventually mean something, that there is a gigantic depository at the end of the universe for the accumulated knowledge to be stored.
But alas, I breath, I love, I eat and I experience.
We are born alone and die alone but along the way, we push the ball forward for others to have a better life.
And here we are.