SnapDragon on the past, present, and future.
Greetings, Dear Reader.
I hope these words find you well, wherever you are, or wherever you are going.
This chilly, pre-winter morning calls for the listening of George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass. (The entire album, of course.)
From a young age I was keenly aware of the passing of time.
In fact, Time was my favorite Pink Floyd song:
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today/
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you/
No one told you when to run; you missed the starting gun
I still feel the gravity of these words.
The Sweet Husband and I talk often about how quickly life moves:
Have we really been in this house for six years?
Was that four summers ago we traveled across Europe?
Because I can still picture our cozy apartment in Venice, the evening breeze softly flapping at the curtains.
I can still taste the sweet rolls and coffees.
I can still feel the sense of wonder deep in my bones.
Where does the time go?
Undoubtedly, Stephen King has brilliantly creative answers to this question (please read The Langoliers).
And as for me?
I’m just trying to live my life, yo.
Because time is marching on.
The clock keeps ticking.
And I’m not trying to be anybody but me.
So I will crank the Peter Gabriel, wear my colorful sneakers, and let kindness be my guide.
Take it or fuckin’ leave it, yo.
This is me.