Bookends
January 20, 2011
Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you

That's been running through my head for days now, that Simon and Garfunkel song, "Bookends." It was never one of my favourite songs. Not that I dislike it, but it's so short and other songs dominated it so easily.

And it strikes me this morning, that's really the point of this song. Fleeting and delicate like our lives. Like the people who pass through our lives. The things that pass through, the moments.

We can stand still as a rock and watch as everything flows past us. Let the events and people flowing past wear us down. Maybe even erode our foundation until we tumble into the flow and are consumed by it.

We can hop a leaf and go with the flow. Maybe learning to shift our position to change course. Maybe hopping from leaf to leaf to get different views. Of course that can lead to capsizing or going backward. Flailing.

There are no right answers.

Just a plethora of choices.

And might-have-beens are simply a trap to hide your eyes from what is fast approaching.

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you

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