Towards the end of life – and when you are eighty-eighty and counting you are not very distant from the end – you become more reflective. So looking back I wonder whether anything I have done is of any real significance. Take some examples.
I worked at a high level in the Guyana and Caribbean sugar industry for over 50 years – but, honestly, what difference did that abundance of work make? Very often it was exciting and worthwhile at a personal level. But in the great scheme of things I very much doubt that it all mattered much.
I played tennis at international level for a long time and won national and regional championships – soon forgotten as all but absolutely outstanding sporting achievements are. Again what good times one had but that only proves that it is the journey that counts and not wins or losses that vanish like morning mist.
