Heck, I don’t know – maybe half of life
is just reflection.
I mean – I hope not – it seems like a waste of time to me.
But I’m assuming there’s a good bit of looking back in the last 10 to 20 years…
You start out young and vibrant, you see.
You live and love and dream.
Life starts to happen.
And then, eventually, many of those desires begin to fade, and the memories of certain events along the way become stronger and stronger.
I remember seeing this is my grandparents. It seems like the older they got, the more they talked about the past, particularly friends and relatives who had died decades before.
I want to always be excited for the future.
But I get that what’s behind us is the stuff we’re made of.
Graham Greene once said that life was lived in the first twenty years and the remainder was just reflection.