Time, Time, Time Look What It's Done to Me
Even though I'm almost 53, I don't consider myself old. But in the last few years, I've become acutely aware of the passage of time. Of the speed at which time passes.
When spring rolls around, I joke that I'm still trying to figure out where August went. Sometimes, that's not too far from the truth.
I realize, and always have, that my days on this planet are numbered. I realize that there are any number of things that I'll never get to do, never get to read, never get to see. And I realize that I can't fill my every waking hour with tasks and events and appointments.
All I can do is live my life, enjoy what I have, enjoy what time I have, and enjoy those around me.