Distances

It is not that often we get the time to think about it, not now, not these days. Of course, when it happened we had no chance to think of anything else. Now, though, it is fading away into the past. Soon, it seems, that we may forget about it altogether, only to be suddenly reminded of it when some TV programme or other reminds us of its anniversary and we sit back and think ‘how could I have forgotten that!’ and ‘has it really been that long, seems like only yesterday.’ and other such things.

Time and memory is like that, though. Sometimes there are these big things that happen to us. They seem so big there seems no way around them; they stand in the river of our lives like some huge boulder where we can’t see our way around it. The water of our flowing lives backs up and pools behind it, and it seems we will never get past it.

Eventually though we do squeeze by it somehow and when we do look back the boulder gets smaller and smaller each day, until one day we turn the next bend in our river and it is lost from view.