george has a camera
Musings 44
When you're young, there's a hallway that stretches into the distance that is lined with doors and in our youthful exuberance and naivete there is absolutely no way that we are 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."
As time marches on and you realize that the unavoidable singularity called death is getting closer and closer and from our fixed position, seemingly accelerating. Now you notice its gravity, a gentle pull but an ever present reminder that yes, you too are merely mortal.
As our hair grays and time starts to get more and more compressed, doors are chosen with more understanding and love. There's only so much time and IRRITATINGLY some of those damn doors I’m just not going to get to.
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”
"Charlie Gordan”
Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon