How I See It, Volume 1, number 8, August 1999 How I See It When Simon & Garfunkel sang, ‘hold on, you move too fast...you gotta make the moment last’ back in the 60s and 70s, I thought it was a great song. It linked onto the rhythm of my life then. There was lots of time. I still like the song, and it still seems right, but now life seems to be in a great rush and is often referred to as a race. No one is sure from where to where or about what, but we race on anyway. It’s like all those cars that rush by on the highway, only to be sitting at the light when you pull up. I can see it all now: there we are, all lined up in our cars alongside the pearly gates or whatever, just chatting away, all those who have rushed ahead and those who are still coming along, all waiting together, nobody first, nobody last. But life is not a race. All we know is that it begins and it will end. Instead of seizing the day and running with it, can we not hold onto it gently and walk while it unfolds? So much of the time I feel my life is being pushed to fast-forward. I sort of know where I started, and I have an idea where I’m headed, but I definitely feel that I am losing parts of the middle. Whatever happened to "haste makes waste" or "the turtle winneth the race" and other such aphorisms? And now, as I look out in what should be the middle of our summer and see some yellow leaves, I cry out, "No, no, slow down! Don’t join the race...I’m still at spring." But for all this, maybe we are just reflecting the pattern of all nature, or maybe it’s how we view time. This winter I’m certainly going to slow down and figure this all out.
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