The spectre of days long gone and relationships past and actions performed that were later regretted, and of people who once a lot was thought but who are now a reminder of past folly, dance around me like the luminous flame of a flickering candle.
The days blur into years and coagulate into a morass of faded memories where only the strongest survive. Time slips away, lost in the folds of my mind.
Then, in an instant, a conversation, an old photo or a simple, fleeting encounter with a past acquaintance can ignite a minute spark in the dark recesses of my brain and pieces of the shifting mosaic of my life fit back together as if they had never broken apart.
Images, blurred or faded, buried deep within my consciousness come flooding back with a richness once all but forgotten.
Bitter words exchanged by friends turned enemies which burnt deep into my soul are looked upon with a kinder resonance than deserved and better days are glorified and bad ones sacrificed. Such tricks does the memory play.
Time waits for no man nor should it but the happiness of years gone by should be remembered and the harsh realities ignored without comment.
But always remember the past us in the past for a reason. Let sleeping dogs lie and pack up the wagon and always head for greener pastures.
My best days lie ahead I’m sure and though my younger self gazes back at me through old photos in ancient albums and the friends who congregate in my hazy recollections become gentler people than they really were, I am happy to move on.
Life is much the same as always all these years later but some things have changed.
Those with whom I surround myself are better people than the faded shadows who live in my past. I enjoy the easy rapport I have with those who have no axe to grind and no hangups to inflict on others, only the benefit of friendship.
And as the blue skies turn to grey as one day they surely will, I hope to continue to be able to look back and smile but always to look forward with hope and courage.
The days blur into years and coagulate into a morass of faded memories where only the strongest survive. Time slips away, lost in the folds of my mind.
Then, in an instant, a conversation, an old photo or a simple, fleeting encounter with a past acquaintance can ignite a minute spark in the dark recesses of my brain and pieces of the shifting mosaic of my life fit back together as if they had never broken apart.
Images, blurred or faded, buried deep within my consciousness come flooding back with a richness once all but forgotten.
Bitter words exchanged by friends turned enemies which burnt deep into my soul are looked upon with a kinder resonance than deserved and better days are glorified and bad ones sacrificed. Such tricks does the memory play.
Time waits for no man nor should it but the happiness of years gone by should be remembered and the harsh realities ignored without comment.
But always remember the past us in the past for a reason. Let sleeping dogs lie and pack up the wagon and always head for greener pastures.
My best days lie ahead I’m sure and though my younger self gazes back at me through old photos in ancient albums and the friends who congregate in my hazy recollections become gentler people than they really were, I am happy to move on.
Life is much the same as always all these years later but some things have changed.
Those with whom I surround myself are better people than the faded shadows who live in my past. I enjoy the easy rapport I have with those who have no axe to grind and no hangups to inflict on others, only the benefit of friendship.
And as the blue skies turn to grey as one day they surely will, I hope to continue to be able to look back and smile but always to look forward with hope and courage.
I hope anyone who regularly reads this blog will indulge me when I write something like appears above. I just get motivated to write at times and it just comes flooding out and I don’t like to waste it. I guess a blog is for those times when you just want to let it all out.
I actually wrote that piece during the day at work yesterday using my mate Dave as a sounding board and causing him to ask me in heavy exclamation, “Do you ever do any work”?!
I do although I was lucky yesterday that there wasn’t much work leaving me plenty of time to disappear and write my ditty.
Hope today goes well for all and for those in Canberra, rug up, it is a very chilly outside. Take care all.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 