Wednesday, 5 October 2011
In a fast moving world where a football manager might be fortunate to last fifty games or even, in some cases, fifty days with a club, the longevity of fifty years of stickability seems like a thing of the past.
Half a century, six hundred months, c18250 days. However you look at it, it's a long time. Isn't it?
In a BBC clip, David Attenborough, who recently returned to visit Madagascar, recalling an expedition some 50 years ago, comments that his pioneering trip seems like "the day before yesterday."
Currently celebrating its jubilee year, with special guest appearances from celebrity former pupils, is the place where I work, Braidhurst High School in Motherwell. It's a chance to look back on times gone by and to remember how things used to be. Old faces remembered as mere kids, have been spotted, hoving into view as parents or grandparents themselves.
Good things come in threes, and my parents have recently celebrated their Golden Wedding Anniversary. As I've been leafing through a few of their old black and white photos, the thought has struck me that time passes quickly. Cliches about "seizing the day" seem somehow appropriate as I recognise my face and position in life in some of their earlier memories.
Master Oogway has it right in Kung Fu Panda when he selects from a quote attributed to Alice Morse Earle: ""The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present."
Enjoy your day.
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