Twenty-five metres can seem like a kilometre

June 27th, 2008

Some time ago, I realised that with each passing year that it was becoming more and more likely that I had less than half my life left, and that led to another realisation.

As we get older we find fewer and fewer new experiences throw themselves at us. If only we could remember the joy and fascination we must have felt for the world when we were six months old! New sounds, new tastes, new smells, everything so new. It’s easy now just to let the familiar haunt us. Is that why time seems to pass more quickly for us as we get older?

The solution is a simple one: seek out novelty.

Not just the transient novelty of listening to a new song or tasting a new cheese.

I mean seek out something new that becomes part of you and results in a new you.

I have various such adventures lined up for myself and I will reveal each one only as it becomes a reality,  rather than a vague aspiration.

Today is such a day. Day I became a different person.

Yesterday, I was someone who had never swum the length of a swimming pool. I never had because I could not. I didn’t have the right technique nor did I know how to breathe properly so that I could last 25 metres.

Today I am a man who can swim 25 metres.

That might not seem much to you but to me it is a world of difference.

Today I am a different man.

9 Responses to “Twenty-five metres can seem like a kilometre”

  1. Rowan Manahanon 27 Jun 2008 at

    … a different and damper man.

    Stunning post.

  2. Declan Chellaron 28 Jun 2008 at

    Some dampness was involved.

    Nearly missed your commment. It was caught among twenty spam commments, sandwiched between one for some drug or other and another for a “female lesbian orgy”.

    I would love to know what a male lesbian orgy is.

  3. Declan Chellaron 28 Jun 2008 at

    You know how much we both love Toblerone, Robo?

    But can you remember with perfect detail the sensation of your very first taste of Toblerone?

    Neither can I. It’s gone.

    No matter how much pleasure we derive from a Toblerone nowadays, we will never again experience that first taste, but there are so many other “Toblerones” out there. Swimming a length yesterday was a Toblerone Moment for me.

  4. Declan Chellaron 28 Jun 2008 at

    It just occurs to me that some readers might think “Toblerone” above might be an analogy for sex.

    It is not.

    When I said Robo and I both love Toblerone, I meant T-O-B-L-E-R-O-N-E.

    In any case, he and I have never shared a Toblerone. Well, we have never shared an individual triangle.

    I think I had better write a new post on a completely different topic.

  5. Geri Atricon 28 Jun 2008 at

    Congratulations! The world is now your oyster!

    And with your new swimming prowess you could even try diving for them (oysters). Although that would need yet another breathing technique called ‘holding your breath’. But I’m sure you can do it!

  6. Declan Chellaron 28 Jun 2008 at

    Ai tank you, Geri.

    I am also practising the ancient art of breath-holding and I am up to ninety seconds.

    Although I don’t think there are too many oysters at the bottom of our swimming pool!

  7. wychwoodon 02 Jul 2008 at

    This is wonderful, congratulations. :)
    To take up Geri Atric’s point, if the world is yopur oyster, you are a pearl among many, gritting your teeth (and the oyster) and making a bigger space for your pearly accomplishments and thus also improving the oyster.

    I seem to recall a post you wrote where you were less than thrilled with the taste and texture of an oyster. Solution – why not dive for Toblerones?

  8. wychwoodon 02 Jul 2008 at

    BTW, if anyone’s interested, the word “pearly” features in a good many descriptions in the Harry Potter books – the phoenix’ tears are “thick, pearly”, as are Moaning Myrtle’s glasses, while other things of a pale grey or oyster-coloured sheen are also described as “pearly”. She must love that word!

  9. Declan Chellaron 02 Jul 2008 at

    Considering J.K. has earned around $1 billion for HP, I wonder how much that word “pearly” has earned her on its own. :)

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