I was just talking with Sabine, who is pregnant. It was 10 years ago that our paths crossed for the first time in the Bahamas. We were GOs, then, partying all the time and not worrying too much about what was to come. Where has time gone? How could ten years have already lapsed when it seems like just yesterday?
Mr. Keating said in Dead Poets Society “Make your lives extraordinary”. Am I missing the bus? What has become of me? Extraordinary always seems to fade out and be replaced by a dull, grey routine. Time does its trick and if you sit in the same spot long enough, it kills the spark in you.
The spark. How I need it now. And how inaccessible it appears. How fugitive. What will revive it? Does a spark need a spark?