Right now is the only time we should be concentrating on

Steve Clifford

What’s to be?

It’s a quiet Sunday morning and I am sat looking out of the rear bedroom window which overlooks a park at the rear of our little terraced house.

There is no one about, no noise, no dogs barking, no kids screaming, no yobs on the skateboard area, just blissful peace.

Our house was built in 1890, before that there would have been fields as far as you could see but how long will this scene be here, another ten, twenty years, almost certain, how about a hundred years from now, two hundred?

I suspect the planners already have plans laid out for the future, and I doubt if those plans incorporate terraced housing.

What will they build here where my little house is. No doubt whatever it is those who are around then will probably like it. Maybe.

Then my mind brought me back to now and I began to wonder what had already happened right here where my house is.

We know it was built in 1890, and before that there was fields, we went to the library and good old google has some old tithe maps going back yonks.

But what about a thousand years ago, what was here then, or even two thousand, I suspect not a lot changed during those times just fields and forests.

But go back a few million years, tens of millions a hundred million, the land where my house is still existed then, there may have been dinosaurs roaming right where my house is, and you know there is no one on this planet who can deny that that is a possibility.

Just image a dinosaur might have had a dump where Margaret’s greenhouse is. I smile to myself as to whether to tell Margaret what my thought are.

Thoughts like this just put into perspective how really insignificant we all are in this world, and that right now is the only time we should be concentrating on, does it really matter what is going to happen, or indeed what went on in the past, of course it is interesting but no more than that.

There are much more important things we should ensure will happen, especially us lot living with dementia and whatever other conditions we have, trying to make society realize how debilitating and frustrating it is for some of us to do the most mundane of things.

It was later that day I was in our back yard and Margaret said, ‘why you walking like that’ I was taking rather large steps to get to the back door, ‘just watching I don’t step in something’ I replied and smiled.