REFLECTIONS ON THE CLOCK

 Why I Want to Call My Friends "Uncle"

Time flies silently, leaving nothing behind but the echoes of our memories. As the clock ticks, moments seamlessly turn into hours, hours into days, and days into years. This passage of time is relentless and unstoppable; it is the silent architect of our lives, constantly shaping our perspectives and transforming us into more refined, civilised citizens of the world. Each year that passes adds a new layer to our character, smoothing our rough edges through the lessons of life.

Despite its fleeting and temporary nature, time remains our most precious gift. It is the only currency we can spend but never earn back. Because of this, every single moment should be cherished and utilised to its fullest potential. We must learn to find the extraordinary within the ordinary, making the most of the "now" before it slips into the "then."

We can compare Time to a great, winding river. Its currents may carry us away toward an unknown destination, yet those same waters persistently shape the shores of our souls. Just as a river carves a canyon, the flow of years carves depth and resilience into our spirit, leaving us more profound than when our journey began.

The passage of time is a profound paradox: it cruelly steals our fleeting moments of youth while generously granting us the golden gift of wisdom. It takes away the vigour of the body but replaces it with the clarity of the mind. For seniors, while a significant portion of our time has already elapsed, the journey is far from over. We still possess the vital opportunity to enhance our own knowledge and, more importantly, to serve as a bridge—sharing our hard-earned experiences and valuable insights with the younger generation who are just beginning their swim against the current.

And... here is my final take on the matter.

I sometimes find myself daydreaming about the laws of physics.

That is, if I could board a vessel and travel at the speed of light for just one year? That is where the magic happens. According to the mathematics of relativity, while I age only one year in space, 22 years would have raced back on Earth.

Imagine the scene: I would land my ship, step out looking refreshed and barely a year older, while my former contemporaries have skipped two decades ahead. I could stroll up to them—now significantly more 'senior' than me—and humorously address them all as 'Uncle!' 😜 😜

***