Passing

I have a journal that my eldest sister gave me for a prominent birthday recently, ( I say recently and then realised that was coming up to 3 yrs ago!) which is what this post is about.
Why is it that as we age, the years rush past quicker and we have an obsession with finding about our forefathers/mothers?
Could it be as I discovered in my journal entries, that our loved ones come and arrive. Since I started on this new journal there have been three deaths and three births. Our mortality is staring at us, yet a new generation is beginning.
I too, have had new beginnings personally. I completed a Degree, ran a Marathon and found new poverty.
The circle of life is revolving around and around. My early years were middle class enough and then the race from the creditors began In my marriage we prospered slowly to a point where we lived the high life for a few years. Nice home, swimming pool, luxury cruiser, European holiday, Islander wedding for Daughter etc. THEN, the GFC! Now I strive to earn the rent each week after losing it all. However, we are relatively happy albeit the freedom to do what we please, family are closer, relationship wise and new found family members keep cropping up due to the fact that I wonder where I came from. That's not to say I am finding myself, heaven forbid!! Can't abide that hippy shit for "I can't be arsed to be responsible"    I mean, "who were my ancestors?"
Upon delving it appears they are nothing like me, so, what's it all about,..Alfie/