Where does it go? I’m talking about time and my journey through it. Time is a man-made affair that has been with us since, well, the beginning of time. Did you see what I did there?
You know all those little film clips we have in our mind? We can call them up and play them over as and when we like. A sort of personal Netflix stored deep within our brains. Memories, scenes from yesterday or many years ago. Conversations, situations, some funny, some sad, but all unique to ourselves. It might be something simple like catching a frog as a seven-year-old or going on a family holiday and you wet the bed! Whatever the moment, it will be somewhere in the archive of your mind’s eye.
Carl Jung could make Apple Pie
I suppose we all reminisce especially as we get older. I think it’s good, so long as you don’t dwell there. After all, the future should be full of optimism, even though we are running short of time. For some reason, I think I’m beginning to sound like Carl Jung the Swiss Psychoanalyst! He could make an apple pie from the meanings of your dreams. I’m digressing so back to my original question, where does it go?
1966 Was A Great Year
In 1966, England won the football World Cup. I was 10 years old and like 92% of the country, was glued to the radio. At the same time, The Beatles and The Rolling Stones were dominating the world with their pop music. I had a bus full of Grandparents, Auntie, Uncles, Cousins, friends and summer seemed to last forever. I can see them all now, in the Netflix of my mind. Yet, it was 53 years ago and counting! It could have been yesterday, but it wasn’t. Never mind, the happy memory together with millions of others will last for as long as my bum points downwards.
So where did it all go? It didn’t really go anywhere. Warning, philosophical moment ahead. All we have is the ‘now’. Things happen, life happens and it’s good to be a part of it. People come and go, some good, some not so good just like the days of our lives. There’s an old saying, “some people are like clouds, when they go it’s a beautiful day!” Some mornings I wake and spend the first 10 minutes pondering which day it is. “Ah, Saturday, no, Friday, no no, it’s Saturday…….” It doesn’t matter. What really matters is that we can enjoy every second. Now, what time does the pub open?