“Time is but the space between our memories; as soon as we cease to perceive this space, time has disappeared.” – Henri Frederic Amiel
I rather like this quote
It’s a funny thing is time.
In some ways we view it as an abstract, then in other moments it’s the source of stress and pressure.
One thing is for certain, for all of us it is passing by and then one day, on a very personal level it runs out!
When we are young it seems to be infinite; a day, a week a summer holiday…all can seemingly last forever.
Then as we age, time takes on a different face, it becomes urgent; “Time Flies” is the saying and suddenly those same days and weeks are stolen from us like ice melting on a hot day.
We realise that time is indeed infinite, but our time is limited…
I recently enjoyed celebrating a pretty significant birthday.
Over two weekends, yes that’s right two, Mrs Dookes and I were hosted by a gin distillery, dined in one of the UK’s best restaurants, watched a Welsh Rugby International Game(yes we won!) and generally celebrated me getting older by greatly enjoying each other’s company!!!
All was, however, tinged with just a little sadness for loved ones who are no longer with us; their time having previously run out…In fact, whilst at the rugby match I pondered the friends I had attended that particular stadium with previously; one is dead, one paralysed from the neck down, one too ill to attend; I really did feel like the last man standing.
I’m still here and just to celebrate I went out a bought myself a survivor’s present; I bought a watch, so I can keep an eye on all that precious time!
“If I could keep time in a bottle…”
Catch you soon,