My grandmother and I were sitting on her porch yesterday (my mother had momentarily excused herself) when she said something that stuck with me.
She said "Time sure flies."
She said this in relation to how I will soon graduate high school, but as she afterward lifted her withered face up toward the sky I sensed that the saying had a deeper meaning for her.
There's another thing someone said that has stuck with me. In Current America, Mr. Reich was talking about graduation and everyone moving on with their lives.
He said "You probably won't see most of your friends again until the 10 year reunion. And even then, some might move away and some might die."
The class had a generally shocked reaction.
In his typical bloviating manner Mr. Reich responded "What are you all 'awwwwwwwww'ing about? The fact of the matter is that there's a distinct possibility of one of your peers dying before the reunion. I've seen it happen."
The moral of these two anecdotes, I guess, is that, yes, we've got youth, but time flies, and on top of that, we don't really know what could happen to any of us unexpectedly.
It's like we are in an accelerating car going down a road filled with blind curves. Goddamn it, who broke my breaks?
ReplyDeleteIt's as if I am in an accelerating car that's going down a road with many blind curves. Goddamn it, who cut my breaks?
ReplyDeleteThis sounds better, ignore my first post
god never write anything after missing a days worth of sleep haha
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteShut up Sam.