Facebook Memories

 

Time, flowin' like a river
Time, beckoning me
Who knows when we shall meet again?
If ever
But time keeps flowin' like a river
To the sea...

 

     I don’t know but Memories on Facebook—where Mark Z and his team remind you of everything you posted (and every post where you were tagged) on a certain day on every year that has passed—sort of makes me sad. I mean, you will be reminded of a post that you thought you posted just two years ago but in reality is already ten years old. I sometimes question the veracity of the date of a post on my Memories. No, I’d tell myself, I posted this just a year ago, but then Facebook would insist that it was from five years ago, and they would be right—they’d always be right.

     Just a few days ago, Memories showed me a photo of my niece, she was just three in the photo, and my brain was telling me that the photo was taken just four or five years ago, but then, my niece is now fourteen years old.

     Facebook Memories just shows you that really, time flies. Time will fly over you like a blur, momentarily blanketing you with shadows of happiness or sadness or regrets. Like I am writing this little blog entry right now, and uploading it, and then, I’d stand up and close the windows because it’s raining hard, and the skies inconsolable, and then, I’d take a sip from my tea, and ponder a bit about my life, or my lack of it, and afterwards, I’d sit back in front of my computer and see that more than thirty years have passed since I’ve written and uploaded it.

     And I’d try to type another article but I can’t as my scrawny fingers are shaking and I’ve forgotten how to construct something using words, and that old age has made me lie on my deathbed.