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Musings 44
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When you're young, there's a hallway that stretches into the distance that is lined with doors. In our youthful exuberance and naivete, we are sure we are not going to miss even one of them.
Then as time rolls on you acquire the wisdom to realize some of the doors will remain unopened because as Mick and the boys eloquently put it, "Time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me."
Too soon we realize that the unavoidable singularity called death is getting closer and closer, and from our fixed position, seems to be accelerating towards us. We increasingly feel its gravity, a gentle pull but an ever present reminder that yes, we are merely mortal.
As our hair grays and time starts to get more and more compressed, doors are chosen with more understanding and love. Irritatingly there is only so much time and some of those damn doors will remain a mystery.
So don't let anybody distract you from the doors that strike your fancy.
“There are so many doors to open. I am impatient to begin."
"Charlie Gordan”