Hey there. Been a while, I realize. I have been busy sorting through myriad life changes - some good, some not so good, all necessary. And I had a birthday in July! Not a milestone birthday, although I suppose every birthday is a milestone in its own way, yes? Nonetheless, this particular birthday had me in a pensive mood. Not to wax too corny poetic, but these lyrics have taken on some new meaning for me of late:
Half the time goes by,
suddenly you're wise.
Another blink of an eye
and 67 is gone.
The sun is getting high,
we're moving on.
... you've only got a hundred years to live.
Now, I am nowhere near 67, but I am getting close to a time where half my expected life will have gone by, and I'm feeling suddenly wise (only took me 40-some years). Those hundred years go by quickly, don't they? Life is short, is my point, and I think we should make every effort to make it as sweet as possible.