Excerpt from "To his Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell

As we grow older, we start asking the same questions. What have I done? What should I do? My past was the best.

And other thoughts, about the slow realisation that life is not something which extends forward to infinity. It's a fixed time period! The scary thought is, all of a sudden you think, where am I on this time scale? You get to realise that you've already spent a number of years alive! Somehow, when you're young you really don't put to much thought into all this!!

Anyway, came across a nice poem, which was uplifting. It says that time would be better spent if instead of looking back we looked forward. The poem is by Andrew Marvell and this part is just a small bit, but which for me, gives me more points to ponder!


But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.



And then I came across Oscal Wilde. Trust him to put in the last word with his irrepressible wit!

"The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young."