Time Marches On

I thought about a title for this blog. I thought about it a lot. At one point in my thinking I decided to give it the title Spacetime Continuum. However after about two minutes of research into the lofty field of physics i landed on a much simpler label. Time Marches On. And while I do like it better it really doesnt lift my spirits. Not one bit. 

Am I the only one who ever finds himself regretting that time is running out? I bet there are others out there who feel the same way. I mean it's not that I regret the life I've lived. Oh don't get me wrong, of course I have some regrets. But as a whole I am happy with it all. The girl I married for one. I certainly found a keeper when I married Pam. She is so smart, so beautiful and I've loved her all my life, no literally all my life. I'd do that over without hesitation. Plus I'd do it better. 

So I just have this nagging gnawing discomfort in me born of the awful fact that I'm short on time and I've not done a lot of stuff that I want to do. It's hard to put into words this feeling I have. One thing about it is I am kind of jealous of my grand kids. There I said it. I feel better. So look they're young and have the entire world at their feet and their entire life before them. And here I am ...running out of time. 

Why cant I just be content with the past. Just settle to be satisfied with all I have seen and done? I mean I've been around a bit. I've seen the tallest mountain in North America 20,000 foot Mt. McKinley. I've stood on the equator. I've seen the mighty volcanoes of South America. I've witnessed the mighty pyramids of Egypt and visited the little town where Jesus was born. I've stood at the bases of the worlds largest living things, the sequoias of California. I've been on the Pacific, the Atlantic, the Mediterranean and Coal River. I've seen the thousands of glaciers of Alaska for crying out loud. I've crossed the mighty Andes mountains. I've swam in the rivers of the amazon rain forests and once I even enjoyed a meal of roasted Guinea pig. I have snorkled around nearly every blue water island in the entire Caribbean. And I live on a semi tropical island in the  Gulf of Mexico. All this and more, much more; so why cant I  just be satisfied? Why do I wish I had another sixty years? Why can't i sit on my back porch? My porch that I truly love, with my plants that I love and with my wife whom I love and be content? I'm askin'! Seriously is there anyone there who can give me an acceptable answer?