September 21, 2004 by Allen George
I was going to write about learning, but, somehow, I know that today’s not the right day for it. Another soliloquy suits the day.
There’ll be a time we look back and ask ourselves – “How did we let it come to this?”. And by then, it’ll be too late.
Right now, I can look back, pick an event and chart it’s course through my life, my experience. Some are transitory, their effects limited, their importance uncertain. Others… Others I consider. I try affecting an objective perspective. I’m not me, but an outsider. What do I see? I notice the highs, the lows, the uncertainties and then…nothing. If these were physical objects I’d pick them up, nostalgia heavy in my actions and think “I remember when…”. Put them back down again and wonder how it came to this.