Our concept of time changes as we grow. When I was young the days between my birthdays were an eternity. It took forever to get to 18. Then 18 came and I was so busy living I did not notice the days, weeks and years passing. I became a mother and time was measured by my children's birthdays. I noticed them growing but seemed to forget that I too was growing! Now am nearly 50 and my birthdays just keep coming and coming. Yet my plans - the ones I set every year since I learnt to set goals (get fit, learn French, own a waterfront house) - are still pending. Where did the time go?
At 50 I know that a lifetime is not long enough for anyone to complete their business on this side. We can only do our best.
— feeling satisfied.