November. How do I feel?
November. Again. Already. Finally. Wow.
Today in class I almost wrote November 1985 when I dated my lecture notes. Then I wrote 21st November on the next page because my friend asked me when my birthday was after I told her that I almost wrote 1985.
1985 seems like such a long time ago now. The 80's! To me it just sounds like the 50's, or 60's, or 30's. It's not so much the actual number that matters, but the sound of it. You can sum up a decade with one word, and point is, it's now history. And another 10 years down the road, this moment will become an insignificant fraction of "the first decade of the 2000's".
Come to think of it, I wonder how much time all my memories will add up to. 1 year? 2 years? What happened to all the time in between the years, between the memories? Gone? We can very seldom put a time stamp on our memories. If you ask me what I was doing this time last year, or the year before that, I won't be able to tell you. But I could tell you something that I remember and it could very well had happened on this day, November 1, of whatever year. I'm sure we all know the importance of things that we remember, but what we remember is such a small part of everything that we've been through. 19 years of life, 2 years of memories? Then what are the remaining 17 years? Time that just passed without a trace?