Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
I’ve always heard it as when you recall things you reenforce that memory. And memory does work in mysterious ways.
Sometimes I can remember what someone said word for word a decade ago, but not what I did at work a week ago. Selective attention I guess.
But I can tell you this… after witnessing my dad slowly (and then in the end very fast) declining cognitively because of a form of Alzheimers: cherish your memory, because one day it might fade away.
The worst part was in the middle of those 10+ yrs (yes he was somewhat ‘lucky’ in that aspect) when he realized he had trouble remembering things and seeing the utter frustration of him trying to get to the pt of a story or some memory halfway through.
I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy