By Thomas D. Pearman*
Time is all that counts. I was seeing the musical ‘Cats’ - “Burned out ends of smoky days - street lamp flutters - and then it sputters - and a new day has begun.” And a new day has begun. It means not so much to seize a new day - and enjoy it - but that the passing of time is inevitable. It was sung by the head actress - a cat- who had once been beautiful, glamorous and happy, but is now old, faded and knows she will die soon.
We are all part of the steady progression of time. We have come and we will go, just as people before us have come and gone, and just as people after us will come and go. We will leave great marks, varying marks, or no marks at all as our time has passed.
The passing of time does not escape any of us. One only has to look at photos of how we looked throughout our life. It seems situations around us change greatly, and we look older, yet we remain the same person. It is what is so painful.
It is the desire of wanting to break away from the prison of passing of time that makes us want to do something worthwhile, to strive for success. It is this quest that will make us happy. It will allow us to create happy memories as we look back - things we could accomplish - even though we may not be able to do these same things now.