The Beginning of the End

My oldest friend (some 21 years) is getting married this Saturday. We are travelling up North to attend and in many ways it is a beautiful thing. I respect marriage and I admire those that enter into it. I am also always on the look out for my own future wife.

Yet as beautiful as this is, quietly it signals the end of a time in all of our lives.

For we are no longer boys, we are becoming men, In time we shall be fathers, uncles, grandfathers and our youth will be a distant memory. Of course on the inside I will always feel 19, but those around me, my children even will look at me and see a fat old bald man.

But this is life, and we cannot resist, no matter how hard we try.

I must just redouble my efforts to do what it is I have to do before it is too late.


Love and kisses,


Doom

xxx