Mendon Musings

By Kevin Rudden Staff Reporter/Columnist
September 21, 2018
Tempus Fugit
It seems that as you get older, time moves faster.
When you are young, and life is measured in school terms, they seem to take forever. And you mark your life by grades: first, second, etc. up to senior.
Then, in the work world, life gets measured by work weeks or projects. And then, by your children's birthdays and school years. Suddenly, you turn around one day, and your children are all grown up.
Lately, I find myself looking at a baby photo of my oldest son – getting married next year – and wonder, "Where did the time go?"
I remember learning the Latin phrase, "tempus fugit." It means, "Time flies."
And it does. I turn around, and decades have gone by since a certain event, like high school or college graduation. And I begin to realize that I'm not that young anymore, and have reached the end of being middle-aged. Once again, I get to use that term, "senior."
But, that's OK. As Frank Sinatra sang, "The best is yet to come." And, as Bob Dylan sang, "May you stay forever young."
I firmly believe that age is just a state of mind. Parts of me may be getting older, but parts of me feel better than ever. I may pause to remember a name, but I can think things through better than ever.
These are just the thoughts brought on as fall approaches. It's still a long time before the winter of my life.
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