The Remaining Hours...

...before I add another number to the age count. Another year flew by, fast and furious. Things move quickly when you are older. And I don't know how much of the whirldwind I can remember, or significant enough to remember. Another year that passes by very quickly. Short because of the pace, but at the same time it feels very long, because I cannot remember much of it. Nor of the resolutions I made about the same time last year. Which means I did not manage to accomplish any of them, I suppose. So what would be my resolutions for this year? Nothing. So that I do not forget to remember them. I only have wishes. For my family to be healthy and happy. For the price of things to go down, or my income to go up, whichever way it goes. For him to be here, or me to be there. For the heart, to be more open and forgiving (and healthy). For dear friends, whom I have mostly neglected to tell how much they mean to me, to become dearer.

Another year coming. Another going. Nothing stands still. I must learn to accept.