The River of Life

I've often said that time appears to be speeding up. Remember when you were young how long it took the holidays to arrive?   Now they come and go before we know it.  Now, we all know that time isn't actually speed up, at least that's what they say, but, by golly, it sure does feel that way. I've always wondered why.  I came across an interesting concept this morning I'd like to share with you.  I was reading "The Secret Life of Water" on the way to work today, and the author said, "Your life had meaning and you were so busy living that time was forgotten.  Then adulthood set in and you put those things away and locked the door."  Make you wonder about all those deadlines we have to face as adults.  It seems that time is always on our mind.

 

 

The more we live, more brief appear

     Our life’s succeeding stages:

A day to childhood seems a year,

     And years like passing ages.

 

The gladsome current of our youth,

     Ere passion yet disorders,

Steals lingering like a river smooth

     Along its grassy borders.

 

But as the careworn cheek grows wan,

     And sorrow’s shafts fly thicker,

Ye Stars, that measure life to man,

     Why seem your courses quicker?

 

When joys have lost their bloom and breath

     And life itself is vapid,

Why, as we reach the Falls of Death,

     Feel we its tide more rapid?

It may be strange—yet who would change

Time’s course to slower speeding,

When one by one our friends have gone

And left our bosoms bleeding?

Heaven gives our years of fading strength

Indemnifying fleetness;

And those of youth, a seeming length,

Proportion’d to their sweetness. --Thomas Campbell--