Among Friends

[house_cat]

For some reason, this really hit home with me today and I thought I'd share for anyone who needs a reminder 💕 

[NicksmomESQ]

 @house_cat  I saw this today on FB & couldn't get it out of my mind. Life is so short. One day you're young & your whole life is ahead of you. The next day you're collecting Social Security!!

 
 Wow!! Where did all that time go? Very scary!!

[Kachina624]

Oh, that so true.  I look in the mirror and see an old lady and in my mind I'm still 21.  Its hard to believe.  It sneaks up so fast.

[NEvans2]

And for some, the trip is really short. My younger brother died when he was only 34. Massive coronary, the "widow maker." My SIL was eight months pregnant when he died. He would have turned 60 this year.

[CalminHeart]

This is how I feel. Yesterday, I was in my twenties and today I'm looking into 70. 

If only people realized how fast it goes and didn't waste it on hating others for whatever silly reason they say they have.

[meallen616]

[Franell]

As I age time is going by much faster then when I was younger. I remember when I a kid counting down the years till I was a teenager. Now I turn around and another year has blown by.

[house_cat]

@Franell 

So very true for me, too.  One of my favorite songs is "The Circle Game" by Joni Mitchell.  Oh, how I wish I could drag my feet to slow the circles down.

The Circle Game

Yesterday a child came out to wander
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star. 

And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game.

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, "When you're older" must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams. 

And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came

And go round and round and round, in the circle game. 

16 springs and 16 summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell him, "Take your time, it won't be long now
'Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down". 

And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game.

So the years spin by and now the boy is 20
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.

And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game
And go round and round and round, in the circle game

[Renata22]

This is so true, more true every day. 

It did remind me of a funny thing that happened years ago. We were visiting my mother in law in the nursing home. She was no longer able to care for herself. Her mind was in and out. One of her children said something about driving her crazy. She surprised us all when she said, "It's a short trip." We all laughed and were amazed she was still so quick.

Thanks for reminding me of the good memory.

[just bee]

When I was seventeen it was a very good year

It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights

We'd hide from the lights on the village green

When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one it was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair

With all that perfumed hair and it came undone

When I was twenty-one

Then I was thirty-five it was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls

Of independent means, we'd ride in limousines their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs, and it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year