Truer words have never been spoken, err… written in this case. I was born in 1968, and I spend more time than ever thinking back to the past, and holding memories like a smooth stone in hand, rubbing my thumb over and over them to remember. I guess that’s why we blog.

We are getting older and since times are speeding up so much is lost in those moments in time which will never come back, like tears in rain.
I often stop and worry that new generations will never get it, that new, way younger co-workers will just never get it how things used to be, were _supposed_ to be, in the _old_ days.

I think that these worries, about how things used to be, and dreaming about those days long gone is just another sign that we are growing up/finally getting old.