As I inch closer, ever so slowly, to the half century mark, am in awe of how little things add up to being something big, in the grand scheme of things. The sound of the ticking clock, the ticking being representative of the seconds that pass, a collection of seconds turn into minutes which turn into hours which accumulate into days then months then years. It's a whole cycle yet things change so subtly that I barely notice until a whole metamorphosis has taken place.
The concept of time has always been elusive to me, hard to grasp because every time I try, it slips through my fingers. And I mourn the hours that pass without being productive; the days that I lose seemingly busy but achieving nothing; the months that go by that I only realise because life demands that I pay bills monthly; the years that fly at the end of which I take notice because there is the pressure of looking back and seeing if I have achieved my expectations of the said year and making new resolutions. Some years are good, while others I spend trying so desperately to keep my hopes unbroken.
Time is fickle. My youth is fleeting. I am accumulating days and years at a very fast rate. And I realise that today is the oldest I have ever been and the youngest I will ever be.
The title of this post is from the song The Sound of Settling by Death Cab for Cutie.
