A decade, 10 years - it is a fairly big unit of time.
Optimistically, you maybe get seven or eight of them in a lifetime. You seem to spend the best part of four of these units working in the hope of getting to enjoy the last two. In between times, you fill the gaps with real life but the fact remains, you don’t get many decades in the hand you are dealt.
On a recent cycling trip to Spain, an immigration official was not impressed with my passport or the photograph contained in it to be exact. I was tempted to comment that I was not all that impressed with a country who took until 1975 to get rid of a right wing facist leader (even then the move towards democracy was only due to Franco dying) but thought it would only lead to an unwelcome cavity search. Suppose looking at the photograph when compared to my current reflection …he had a point - I no longer look anything like my passport picture.
Anyway, my passport is up for renewal and a new photograph was needed. Today I sat in the wee photo booth in Glasgow Central Station staring at the reflection and reflecting on the last ten years since I had gone through the same process.
A flick through the various passport stamps tells of some of the adventures but it was my thoughts that were haunting me somewhat. The details of the past are irrelevant now (not everything works out like you had hoped and planned …but some dreams do) but the thing that has stayed in my head today is the question …”what will the next ten years hold”. One for further pondering ….maybe with a dram.
remembering and planning are all part of the fun. but don't forget the now! actually, i'm probably preaching to the converted, you don't ever seem to stop :)
ReplyDeleteA very fair point you make Kate.
ReplyDeleteTotally agree that some of the very best times are in the now ...the kind of thing where consequences are not considered and sometime, only sometimes ...the event is not discussed again ...ever !