It is hard to underestimate the effect that TV replays have upon us.
I’ve lost count of the sporting events I’ve been to where my attention has drifted for a moment and I’ve missed something exciting,
only to wait for a millisecond, for the action replay,
before realising, with a chuckle that this is life,
I must pay attention more carefully.
I can always Listen Again to radio programmes.
Or Watch Again what I missed on TV.
But those bits of life that pass me by can’t be rewound and replayed, or summoned from the ether for my proper consideration.
Those words you said that you wished you could get back.
The action you should have taken, but which instead left an awkward absence by not being done.
Those moments of golden illumination where you were looking the other way
Or blithely unaware.
Mind you, I may have lost count because of my memory, or my maths.
And there is the kind of tension that exists in the gaps
where we are convinced that a better party is happening somewhere just out of reach
And other lives somehow seem sharper, more tangible
and more fulfilling.
It’s probably an illusion
brought on by too much daydreaming.
Seconddreaming may be a better use of time
if a bit briefer
But we’re less likely to miss the things that matter.
Provided we recognise them.
Maybe it’s that life repeats on you
when you haven’t digested it properly