Lou reed died this week aged 71. A musician who had influenced many of the bands I grew up liking but who was actually 'before my time', my record buying time I mean. However, once when I was in London with my wife during the 2000's, my then wife and I were crossing the road next to a doddery old man who looked like 'peak' Lou Reed but somewhat deflated. His wife seemed at least 10 to 15 years younger than this man. I watched this pensioner cross the road and later checked my story out with a guy from work who was a fan. Lou Reed did have a much younger woman, was in London and was now old.
I looked at this Star and felt a bit sorry for him. Time had decayed him just like everyone else. At no point did he check me out and think to himself 'look there's that bloke who writes a blog no one reads'.
Time has aged me too of course.
When I heard he'd died this week it brought this memory back to mind. He had only had one more decade in him when I saw him last (and first). Everyone's time is running out and we only have a limited window until our life fades out.
Mortality is quite the motivator.
Have I done all I could have?
Well, I've done things I shouldn't have in my twenties and since apologised for most of them.
Am I doing all I could be doing these days?
I think I am actually. I could die where I stand and my affairs would be in order pretty much.
Did I find happiness whilst here?
Ten fold because of my son.
So far, so good.
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