Tempus Fugit

Ever wondered where all the years went? One minute you’re thinking, “Hey, I’m twenty — loads of time to change the world.” Then you hit thirty, and the world has happily changed itself without any help from you.

Next comes forty, and you have had some impact — paid taxes, fathered children, but you haven’t scored a goal for England, had a street named after you, invented something brilliant, changed the way that people think, written a book, directed a classic film, and the list goes on. And the world keeps spinning.

What you’ve really been doing is wasting time. And if you really want to get depressed, find out what you’ve been doing all that time.

Nobody’s prefect. If you find any spelling mistakes or other errors in this post, please let me know by highlighting the text and pressing Ctrl+Enter.

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