Day 104, in this Journal

"This too will end, and a new beginning will come"

Time is a strange thing, when I come to think of it. NO one of us can control it, it just flows in an, by time, increasingly faster pace as it seems. I remember my mother Gunnel saying when I complained to her about it saying: "well, wait until you get my age!"[1]

But we find ourselves in it, and comply to it. Sometimes we complain about it, but mostly we don't even think about it. Growing older has it's tolls on you, obviously and the older you get the more retrospective you get. At least I think we do, or is it only me?

Yesterday I thought to myself, "Anders you have to write soemthong about time" and there we have it! My little piece on time and how we look at it.

But for now,

Be safe, keep your distances and wash your hands and take care of each other and your lil selves!

[1] She was 80 at the time