Tuesday, 11 May 2010
People say that time flies but I think it only seems that way in retrospect. In the present, life passes slowly.
There are many hours in a day and many minutes in the hours. The days trail each other calmly through the waning weeks and our achievements are accomplished one stitch, one word, one chore, one step and one smile at a time.
Perhaps the key to happiness is embracing the slow, repetitive nature of existence, and remembering that life only lags in the present. In a few years time we'll remember these days as full, fun and fleeting, and our hearts will feel bruised with regret that they passed us by so quickly.