I feel as if we get too caught up in our lives to realise the impact we have made on others lives, or the impact others have made on our own. The day to day requirements in which we desperately feel the need to complete in the briefest of times rush us to the point of stopping and relaxing, so much so we need to take holidays or vacations from our careers for extended periods of times. I never understood this concept; granted it is worthy for extended travels, yet for relaxation and simple relief from the ‘rat race of life’. I never quite grasped why simpler times could not exist even today, like they did decades before.

Instead of rushing from city to city closing business deals, I would have loved to have lived in a small town, needing only a bicycle, a top hat, and the daily paper - hosting real reporting instead of the unfiltered filth that infiltrates it today. Having no care but to finish the job at hand, using the mind and hands that you were born with; relying upon nothing but yourself, returning home to a family who held no struggles but the one of always increasing happiness. Spending weekends at home with the wife and children, extended family sharing moments and enjoying each others company rather than being separate, being able to enjoy a book by the fire in the study, rather than complaining about the current affairs and things out of your own hand and frankly will not even affect you.

Alas that time is gone, only to exist within memories and recreated throughout words on paper and the images of the past. Left to the people to make do with what they have.

Cést la vie.