Reflections

Last night I found myself pondering over the meaning of life. It’s something I have grown accustomed to over the years; although something I have done much more of late. I think the older we become, the more time we spend reflecting on the past.

It’s all quite logical really though. I mean, the younger we are, the less past we have and the older we become, the more we realize it was the past that turned us into who we became.

We divide the past up into good and bad moments, remember great romances and lost loves, friends and family departed, our childhood, teens and adulthood. We see the choices we never took and ponder over how things would be today had we stopped to think before moving along the first road we saw. Even if in our hearts, we know the road we travel today is a good one, we cannot help but wonder where that other one might have taken us.

I am in no way dissatisfied with my life; quite the opposite in fact. I have led a life of abundant adventures; have traveled a great deal, worked hard, played hard, gotten by in a foreign land with a foreign language. I have a wonderful son, who fills my life with joy. I have nothing to complain about at all.

When I was a kid I never thought about age, never considered getting older, each year passing by like the broken spoke of an old bicycle. I lived for the day and left the future to take care of itself. Today though, is the future, I am living it. I am far from old age and the future is still out there waiting for me, but what I considered to be the future when I was a teenager is with me now, is my present.

I guess it’s like the seasons really. As much as I love summertime, I have to admit, I love all the seasons. They are all a part of that circle of life and each one has its own significance and charm. My son is sixteen years of age, is experiencing the spring of life. I am experiencing summer. Fall and winter are my future and I am in no hurry to discover their virtues.

I am happy to be alive, to be a part of creation.

I love life!Enjoying a summer evening in America

 

Gavin

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