My last blog about time is the perfect precursor to a blog about my recent high school reunion.
Time. It's difficult to measure (even though we have clocks, that's not what I am getting at), it's impossible to grasp. It is sort of like the wind: you feel it, know it's there but can't hold on to it. Time keeps us company and yet leaves us no matter what we are doing.
A strange and surreal way to measure time is to attend your high school reunion. It's been 25 years -- 25 summers, New Year's Eves, Christmases... By virtue of seeing old friends (some very special), some just acquaintances (but still a trip to see!), looking into their "maturer" faces -- proves that time has been passing.
It was a fun night, filled with reminiscing and laughter. What's that saying, "there's nothing like old friends?"
We're all 25 years older. But isn't everyone the same?
Time. It's difficult to measure (even though we have clocks, that's not what I am getting at), it's impossible to grasp. It is sort of like the wind: you feel it, know it's there but can't hold on to it. Time keeps us company and yet leaves us no matter what we are doing.
A strange and surreal way to measure time is to attend your high school reunion. It's been 25 years -- 25 summers, New Year's Eves, Christmases... By virtue of seeing old friends (some very special), some just acquaintances (but still a trip to see!), looking into their "maturer" faces -- proves that time has been passing.
It was a fun night, filled with reminiscing and laughter. What's that saying, "there's nothing like old friends?"
We're all 25 years older. But isn't everyone the same?
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