Sentinal

He looks silently down on the frenetic coming and going of myself and all the other worker ants, wheelers, dealers, hustlers, mums, dads, consumers and producers.
Unlike us, he is untouched by the passage of time, but he cannot feel the gentle touch of a loved one or breathe in a long forgotten scent and be transported back to his childhood.
I guess we can't fully appreciate our lives and all the wonderful things we have unless we are prepared to accept our mortality at the same time.
Hopefully even though as of today I'm another year older (but no wiser) I'll still have a few more years to appreciate what I have.