And so it goes ... One life ends and another begins.
Have you ever thought of how many times we die every year, every day, every moment? Today I am older and more aware I think but yesterday I was more passionate perhaps. And tomorrow who knows?
Every day and every moment we are constantly evolving in one direction or another. We can only hope that it is the right direction, but it is almost impossible to actually know if we are headed to the right destination unless we have developed a very sophisticated GPS system.
I sometimes wonder what all the drama is about. Whether we fail or succeed, it is really only our problem after all. Ah, but there are other considerations I fear. Are we alone or with someone? Do we have others to take care of? And perhaps most important, are there others that depend on us for leadership or inspiration?
All of these concerns really only matter as long as we are alive, however the way in which we die also matters. Not just for others but most importantly for ourselves. Obviously no one wants to exit on a bad note, so the question is how long can we keep up appearances?
Not to be morbid, but I for one am at a juncture were lines begin to blur. Much as some need glasses I think I may need trifocals, since my bifocals seem to be challenged these days.
There does come a time I feel that it is more about the mental status than the physical. A time where priorities collide and the present becomes omnipresent.
So what am I saying? Only just that while there maybe a time and place for everything, maybe that time and place are negotiable. At least I think so, and isn't that what really matters?
