“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.” –Pericles

Time stands still for no one. We also can’t save it for a rainy day and use our time then, perhaps under some blankets and a warm cup of milo. Time can only be spent and I think about my days a lot as I come to the end of another year. I’m asking my friends now their thoughts on the year they’ve had, whether it’s promises were fulfilled or was it possibly just another year. I hope it’s not the first time they’ve ponder their days but the tentative answers don’t give me much hope – as if they’re trying on the words for the first time.

Some things I haven’t done this year are:

  • wrote a poem
  • learnt how to swim
  • and gone sky-diving.

Some of the things I have done:

  • applied and got my passport
  • written out my CV
  • had two art exhibitions
  • married the love of my life
  • started Wing Chun

What is life measured in? I doubt it’s measured in time.