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When I was twenty and listened to “When I’m 64” by the Beatles I was attending university in Scotland and pictured this quaint, wizened little couple at their cottage in the Isle of Wight, drinking tea, with the grandkids visiting. They were kind, sedentary and basked in the glow of family rather than participating in activities.

Well, I passed 64 a few years ago, and as one often does, I’ve reflected on my past life, regretting some things, and wondering what would have happened if different choices had been made. In other words, useless thinking. It’s over, it’s the past. I can’t change it so why worry about it. It was all for the good since it taught me lessons the mere telling of which I wouldn’t have believed anyway. You have to experience life to really live it and believe in what you’ve learned.

I immediately related to this John Mayer song — so poignant really, the dialog we have in our heads about life, and a real conversation we might have with out parents or older people we know.

John is lamenting the rapid passing of time — like a fast train moving down the tracks. Yes, from my end of things life does seems like that. “Where did the time go?” my husband and I ask ourselves often. We don’t know. That is just the nature of time and the universe and this life we’re living — where ever the last stop on the train may be.

John’s dad offers good advice, despite his wonder of the phenomenon of time:

“Don’t stop this train
Don’t for a minute change the place you’re in,
And don’t think I couldn’t ever understand,
I tried my hand —
John, honestly, we’ll never stop this train.”

Don’t change the place you’re in — live every moment, focus on the present. listen, learn, and still be awed at the view from the train.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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