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The Mirror Waters
June 19, 2007 03:28 PM PDT

 

"Birth, age, death. The sudden realization of aging and attempts to hide from time. Time is crucial yet essential. For ever or never, life lies between them."
June 18, 2007 09:59 PM PDT

I’ve been thinking all week what could be interesting to post and finally came up with… nothing! So maybe I’ll just write whatever comes to my mind.
I like quotations a lot; I spend hours reading famous quotes from writers or philosophers and, while I was listening to a song about aging I found this quote, from Pope Paul VI:
“In youth the days are short and the years are long. In old age the years are short and day's long.”
I’m 18 years old and these days I’ve been quite worried about aging, about the future, about how is my life going to be in 10 years from now. I still can’t figure out why but I seem to want days to pass faster, I want years to end sooner; they seem to be so long. I don’t know if this is common at my age, what I do know is that I’m so curious about the future. Aren’t you curious about what’s going to happen each day you wake up?
“The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.” And to make me feel better, a quote by C.S. Lewis.

The Gathering - The Mirror Waters

Slowly... Flying silent
Touching the wind as it sadly sings... for me.

Aging on the outside
With my youth in my empty hands
Lost all that I was living for, live no longer

Couldn't resist looking in her eyes
I saw myself, tears were falling
The seas of her eyes reflected my old age
Youth grows old, like winter follows spring

Faster... Falling kingdom
Dancers on winter winds,
they dance... for me

Nature's ways
Life can't always be controlled
Controlled by fear
Scared of months and years, fear no longer

Time leaves it's mark
The years come but never go
Masked is my face
The mask of age will fall, hide no longer

Couldn't resist looking in her eyes
I saw myself, tears were falling
The seas of her eyes reflected my old age
Youth grows old, like winter follows spring