How can there be so much of you, and so little.
I thought I controlled my days but I don’t, you do.
You are around me always, yet so elusive.
I keep losing you, but you were never mine.
When I need more of you, I can’t find you.
You are constant, yet I am always running out of you.
You can be so fast, and so slow, but you are always the same.
I don’t have you, but I always need you.
Despite your value, I often waste you.
I never capture you, but you always escape me.
You don’t do anything, but you define everything.
You make the world go round.
I simply watch.
Last week I attended the remembrance service of my Uncle Andrew, Aunt Estella, and two cousins Jasper (14) and Friso (12), who lost their lives together on flight MH17. To say that a tragedy like this puts life into perspective would be an understatement. In the first page of the Order of Service, we used the following extract from the poem ‘The Clock of Life’ by Robert H Smith:
The clock of life is wound but once.
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
Today only is our own.
So live, love, and toil with a will.
Place no faith in tomorrow,
For the clock may then be still.
Let these words resonate. If I have learned anything from this awful situation, it is that life can be taken at any time, even from the most wonderful people, and it is so important to live for today and not tomorrow. Do what makes you happy. Make the most of every day you have. Celebrate being alive. Because you only get to do it once.