So it is that another year has come to pass. And I am sitting in a meadow with my one true love. She reads to me as the clouds filter over us and sweet drops of sunlight bathe our souls in heather...
Sorry, once I wrote that first sentence I thought I was writing a pastoral poem. Forgive me.
So 2005 is here. Each time I find myself looking at a calendar that says "January 1" I inevitably ask myself how one year could go by so quickly. 2004 went faster than any previous year of my life. It wasn't a bad year. It was rather good, actually. I didn't break any bones, my car is still running, and I wasn't arrested in a case of mistaken identity.
When I was a kid, I always thought about the year 2000 because it represented something, a different time, the future. When I was ten thinking about what it would be in 2000, all I knew was that I would be an adult. I had no idea what I would be doing.
We are four full years past 2000 now. I don't really think about the future in a way that I did twenty years ao. Now that it is 2005, I have become the sort of person who lives life one year at a time. I have plans, of course, that extend past this year, but I have no definite time table of which to accomplish things.
It's odd to feel this way, to know that the years are passing, that I am getting older, that my time on Earth is growing shorter. I can hear it in the background...tick...tick...tick...tick...
All I want to do in 2005 is make it to 2006.
1 comment:
One minute, one hour, one day, and one year! Step by step day by day! That is life unfortunately!
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