Here you are so long ago.. where’d the time go da da daddio? What were your dreams, your fears, your hopes? Expectations.. yes’s no’s? So hard to believe .. this was you. Yet, you told me a few dozen years ago that you felt it still was you!! But when you looked in the mirror, you could not believe what you saw. You asked yourself as you stared intently, “Who the hell is that old man?” I laughed at that. Though i completely understood. Now, a few dozen years later.. I ask myself, where’d the time go da da daddio?
Here you are in the middle flow.. where’d the time go da da daddio? You found your true love. You stayed steadfast and true. You worked like a dog and you saw us through. We were so young you watched us grow and loved ones go and still you rocked and rolled. Through births .. work.. joys.. pains.. pains in the asses.. fast times … slow times… graduations.. separations.. grandkids.. life in the middle.. watch it go.. and go.. and go. What did we miss? How could we know? How fast the time would flow like a raging river. Like a bird… time, it flies.. away .. sort of flew away. How COULD we know? Where’d the time go da da daddio?
Mom and Dad
Here you are not so long ago.. where’d the time go da da daddio? You lost your true love and now are alone. We wondered how you would fare for yourself. What would you do? How could you possibly be just one .. just one. A solo act? But you carried on and made new friends. Took vacations.. traveled.. laughed and lived. There were definite lows but none too low. There were definite highs.. but none too high. Where’d the time go da da daddio?
Hey, hey, hey da da daddio! Time still passed and life still flowed. Oh those years.. where did they go? Tell me, tell me da da daddio!! A star rising a sun setting. Moon dances .. weddings.. women chasing you as the most eligible bachelor in the place. A million hours passed and you enjoyed every single one of them. More time passed and more time passed and more time passed. I live so far away but every time I come home .. it’s the same .. but so different .. where’s the time going da da daddio?
you’re almost 80 .. not so old.. i tell myself .. and yet i know.. there comes a time we all must go .. but you’re still here for now and so .. my heart holds tight .. my eyes they flow .. what the hell do doctors know ..
Here we were not so long ago.. where’d the time go da da daddio?
“I smile because you’re my father. I laugh because there’s nothing you can do about it.” – Unknown
Lost time is never found again. – Benjamin Franklin
Once again I’ve been robbed. Hard to believe how often this happens in my life. No, I’m not talking about my personal possessions. I’m talking about my time. It seems that the more time I try to find, the quicker it is stolen. Who is at fault for this? Is society to blame? My friends or my family.. are they the culprits? Is it really my own fault? Even if it is my own fault, am I really to blame? Really?
Because we have so much eye candy and mind candy, spending so much time trying to pay the rent, all of this conspires to keep us from thinking too hard or taking action from that. Our time is stolen. So much of our daily life is stolen. Lydia Lunch
So here is the question. Do I sit and mourn that lost time? Do I waste more time chastising myself or going around apologizing for all of the things I have missed and lost in my hurry to do other things? Do I cry because I have missed out on relationships while trying to find a relationship? What have I lost and what is there to gain by trying to recoup it?
How can I know that while sifting through emails, perusing facebook and various blogs or laughing at crazy little ridiculous photos, sayings or jokes that my time might be better spent studying my current subject or even calling my family and wishing them well?
My idea of something funny
How can I possibly be expected to rationalize that spending time with one friend will probably severely limit the time I can spend with another. If I take one job and disregard a different opportunity will I be happy at that one job or spend forever regretting that decision and pining over how my life could have been? Should I even stop and consider these things? If I did, what would I chose to do? How much time would I waste in that insane endeavor?
And when is there time to remember, to sift, to weigh, to estimate, to total? –Tillie Olsen
Is one food going to be better for me than another? Is one word or one sentence going to be more important than another? How do I know that the words I am learning to use right now in my class are going to help me later on? Should I spend more time trying to figure out how I could have been more sensitive in a situation or how I should have been more direct? How will stopping to look at a random person creating their own moment in time or piece of art change my life? Will I regret not eating more desserts and drinking more wine? Will not taking the time to stop, look and listen cause me to lose my inspiration, my momentum or place in a line? If I do or don’t stop will it even matter? Will I learn more and be more and have more if I go left instead of right? Or wait.. maybe I did go left when I should have gone right? I should have stopped .. or should I have kept going?
I wish I could tell you that there was an answer to this question or even a point to me writing this. Maybe I’m just currently wasting your time. Or YOU are wasting your time by reading what I have written. Before you start thinking I’m feeling sad about my life or where I am today I want to be very clear on this. My own opinion is that nothing you do is truly wasted time as long as you can recognize what you need to be changing to make yourself happy and as long as you can keep moving ahead. I have recently been surrounded by some very sad, angry and confused individuals who do nothing but regret their actions. They regret their lost youth and the time that has been lost doing whatever it is they were doing. It’s been a challenge for me when I hear their stories. When I look at them I see a person who is still young, still able to make changes and yet they describe themselves in a way that makes me imagine that in their minds this is what they are seeing:
I have very, very few regrets about the things I have done or the places I have gone and even if some of my decisions were bad ones, AND I’m positive that many probably were, I would not be here now doing the things I am doing if I had done anything differently. Yes, I have had to go back and start over during some very challenging portions of my life. I have had to change my mind and my attitude on several occasions in order to keep moving ahead and growing and understanding what exactly it was I was supposed to be doing. In my opinion, it is NEVER too late to learn a new attitude or a new trade or even just how to live with yourself. I’m told I’m a little unrealistic when I say that I feel that everyone can do the same thing. I truly believe that anyone can start over and that best time to do that is..NOW!!!
Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. – Steve Jobs
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There’s no point in being a damn fool about it. – W. C. Fields
Will Salas: Good for you. You won’t see 106, you have too many more nights like tonight.
Henry Hamilton: You are right. But the day comes when you’ve had enough. Your mind can be spent, even if your body’s not. We want to die. We need to.
Will Salas: That’s your problem? You’ve been alive too long? You ever known anyone who’s died?
Henry Hamilton: For a few to be immortal, many must die.
Will Salas: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Henry Hamilton: You really don’t know, do you? Everyone can’t live forever. Where would we put them? Why do you think there are time zones? Why do you think taxes and prices go up the same day in the ghetto? The cost of living keeps rising to make sure people keep dying. How else could there be men with a million years while most live day to day? But the truth is… there’s more than enough. No one has to die before their time. If you had as much time as I have on that clock, what would you do with it?
Will Salas: I’d stop watching it. I can tell you one thing. If I had all that time, I sure as hell wouldn’t waste it.
The Illusion of Time (Nova/Youtube)
Time. We waste it, save it, kill it, make it. The world runs on it. Yet ask physicists what time actually is, and the answer might shock you: They have no idea. Even more surprising, the deep sense we have of time passing from present to past may be nothing more than an illusion. How can our understanding of something so familiar be so wrong? In search of answers, Brian Greene takes us on the ultimate time-traveling adventure, hurtling 50 years into the future before stepping into a wormhole to travel back to the past. Along the way, he will reveal a new way of thinking about time in which moments past, present, and future—from the reign of T. rex to the birth of your great-great-grandchildren—exist all at once. This journey will bring us all the way back to the Big Bang, where physicists think the ultimate secrets of time may be hidden. You’ll never look at your wristwatch the same way again.
This post was inspired by the following articles and blogs
Ailsa from “Where’s My Backpack” posted an awesome theme once again this week. Her travel theme is Time. Considering I am always running out of time and actually behind schedule as I write this, I thought it would be fitting to post a photo of the time I am studying from the country I will be going to in the very near future. Now if I can only remember how to say the phrase and the numbers.
Time in a bottle – This link is actually better as it shows a video of Jim Croce with his kid. Love it.
“Every once in a while, people need to be in the presence of things that are really far away.” ― Ian Frazier
This week’s photo challenge is guest hosted by Brian Cooney. It is a theme that has so many options. Near and far … far and near.. it’s all perspective. I have grown up with difficultly distinguishing the depth and distance of objects. My entire life my parents just thought I was clumsy.. and to a point that probably was true.
My first impulse was to only do visual representations of near and far, but after getting off of the phone with my daughter and granddaughter it dawned on me how many more takes on near and far one could have. So my first photo is my most deeply touching impression of how near and yet how far something can be.
Skype conversation with my daughter and grand-daughter.
Picture of a conversation with my daughter and grand-daughter from Venezuela to Washington State. So near but so far away.
My next couple of shots I love because they almost give me vertigo. Considering my problems with depth perception they really exemplify near and far… how far one could fall if they misunderstand where the next step starts. I also find it interesting how shooting down a set of stairs seems so much more intimidating that up a set of stairs.
These final shots are all examples of near and far to me from different view points. I hope you enjoy.
“There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.” ― Kami Garcia
Last perspective on Near and Far.. is time and place.. Tomorrow can seem like it’s so far away and yet running into someone you knew 20 years ago can bring back those days and make them seem like they happened only yesterday. What does near and far really mean? Is it really only perspective?
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