When you are young it can be bewildering. The world is full of confusing possibilities. What are you going to do with your life? Your head is full of impossible dreams.
I’ve talked to many young people about what they want to do with their life. Very few have a good idea. They drift through thinking that it will all work out somehow.
I can’t believe the number that have told me that their strategy is to win the lottery. They have a far better chance of being hit by a fast car.
Then one day you look around and all those possibilities have narrowed down. You can no longer do all those things. You left it too late.
A human life is really very short. When we are young the days are interminable. We spend a quarter of our lives growing up to be an adult and another quarter in old age. The older you get the faster time flies. Years flash by.
Time is the enemy.
Time
Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour)
The Dark Side of The Moon
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.