Already loving this so much. It was made for summer and listening to with the windows down, just enjoying life.
It’s happening.
My facebook newsfeed is being inundated by status updates about the FINAL final or the closing of a chapter. People whom I once considered to be my peers are now on the other side of a glaring schism - I feel old and they seem young. Kids (pardon the patronization) who I sauntered up next to at bars and casually greeted on the quad are now throwing open their doors to a world I feel has already swallowed me whole.
I was the bright eyed dreamer at one time.
Not just “at one time” but a very recent time, in fact. Now that time feels like a hazy dream. I remember the memories so clearly but the feelings of youthful exuberance have been replaced with a ticking clock - tick, tock, tick, tock - everything now runs on life’s accelerating clock. Years feel like months. Months feel like weeks. Weeks feel like days. Days feel like hours. Hours feel like minutes. When will I do those things I swore I’d do? There is no telling.
That’s the ticking clock. But there’s no way I’d tell them that. No, never. Them…they’re putting their caps on. They’re laying old feuds to rest. They’re job hunting. They’re packing up to move across the country. They’re saying “I love you” because time is of the essence. They’re seizing the precious moments.
Maybe they do have something to teach me after all. The precious moments are always here (that’s probably what I’m mistaking for ticking and tocking). And I can’t blame them or life or anyone if I’m not snatching up every single one of my moments. I don’t need to wind back the clock; those moments have been lived. What I need to do is see what lies ahead. It too is a door to be thrown open, an expanse of moments to be gaped at with wide eyes.
I think I’ll throw open that door tomorrow and do those things I said I’d do. May can bring pomp and circumstance for me too.
