Passage of Time in The Beginning

And so here we are - another year that has left us and a new year that has blossomed like a flower in a large field. The constant movement of time that never slows down, appearing to speed up as one gets older, and drowns the mind full of memories with unbearable emotion.

On this last day of the year, I sit down on the ground and watch the winter leaves pass me by as the cold wind stings my flesh. On this last day, there is no work for the adults or any school for the children, as I can hear their joyous laughter and innocence booming in my ears far off in the distance. Sweet innocence that the youth possess and sweet ignorance that the old have mastered.

These two groups are not bothered by the fact that none of us can relieve yesterday. Yesterday will only ever exist as a memory, a memory that bring back nostalgia as memories do best. Whether yesterday was a day ago or the yesterday a decade ago, I will always have a fine sorrow about the times I have once lived. I look forward to what the future may present but I admit I am always in a melancholy mood on this day. Every year I look back upon my life; the good and the bad and for a moment I wish I could go back. But none of us can, all we can do is stop and think for a moment before laughing and going on with ourselves. And so this is life.