These days we go back to places and see how they have changed. When we were younger we used to go to new places, seek out the new. These days we no longer want, or need, the new. The familiar and the changes to it – however slight – are what we look for these days.
Not that we are against change, or against the new. We know that we have no power to halt the march of time and we are not sure that if we did have the power to halt time, to keep everything as it is, or better, turn back the clocks to some other ‘better’ time, we would want to do any such thing.
We are happy that time marches on… well, not exactly happy, maybe resigned to it, but not in a defeated bitter way. We get older, the world gets older. We know all that and we accept it. We are not even sad or bitter that the world seems to have passed us by. We were not people who thought the world revolved around us, or that it ought to revolve around us. We never wanted to be the centre of anything, never wanted the world’s attention, never craved fame or glory.
No… now we are happy to sit and watch the world and time going about their business, passing us by. We do not have to scream for attention, for the world to notice us. We have found a place where we can sit and just let it all go by, knowing we have found a kind of peace… and that is enough for us.
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