Nocturnal Musings..
Life is precarious, precious, and fleeting. We are all here for a finite period of time, and then we are gone, save for the memories of those souls who choose to retain them. When the ones who remember us are gone, then our erasure from this mortal coil is complete.
If there is an afterlife involving a master/creator, there may well be some sort of accounting as to how one lived his or her life. Should there be no afterlife, then it is even more critical that the time spent in the here and now be treated as valuable as the most expensive and/or fragile thing in the universe.
I try to live by my own words of living like I mean it, but sometimes even I take certain days for granted, acting as if I have all the time in the world.
I don't. And neither do you.
To somebody else, you are somebody else. And the nurseries, school yards, battlefields, corporate boardrooms, dance halls, night clubs, libraries, ER's, retirement centers, funeral homes, and everything in between are FULL of somebody elses.
Once upon a time, I was a toddler burrowing in the cupboards of my mother's kitchen. A blink of an eye later, I was sweating out a sixth grade science exam that I was ill-prepared for. Another blink passes, and I find myself happy to be alive after falling asleep at the wheel of my parents' sole means of transportation, crashing into a guard rail (avoiding the two local police cruisers nearby). Yet another blink goes by, and I am watching a sandstorm smash two bulky 25-inch television sets into the ground on Christmas Day in Saudi Arabia.
Did I just blink again? Gads, where did the time go?
I don't know how it will all end for myself, but in the present, I still have choices I can make, as well as consequences I must live with from decisions past. It isn't what I think, or what I say that matters, but what I do.
2010 is around the corner. One day, it will be 2020. Not long after that, the calendar will say 2039. Assuming I make the right choices for body and mind (and humanity doesn't screw itself into Armageddon along the way), I may well be around to see the sunrise, and witness the wonders of life.
Life. Precarious, precious, and fleeting. Never forget to live like you mean it.
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If you are under 20 and are reading my words now, you may not fully understand what I am saying here. But savor your youth while you have it. And use sunscreen.
If there is an afterlife involving a master/creator, there may well be some sort of accounting as to how one lived his or her life. Should there be no afterlife, then it is even more critical that the time spent in the here and now be treated as valuable as the most expensive and/or fragile thing in the universe.
I try to live by my own words of living like I mean it, but sometimes even I take certain days for granted, acting as if I have all the time in the world.
I don't. And neither do you.
To somebody else, you are somebody else. And the nurseries, school yards, battlefields, corporate boardrooms, dance halls, night clubs, libraries, ER's, retirement centers, funeral homes, and everything in between are FULL of somebody elses.
Once upon a time, I was a toddler burrowing in the cupboards of my mother's kitchen. A blink of an eye later, I was sweating out a sixth grade science exam that I was ill-prepared for. Another blink passes, and I find myself happy to be alive after falling asleep at the wheel of my parents' sole means of transportation, crashing into a guard rail (avoiding the two local police cruisers nearby). Yet another blink goes by, and I am watching a sandstorm smash two bulky 25-inch television sets into the ground on Christmas Day in Saudi Arabia.
Did I just blink again? Gads, where did the time go?
I don't know how it will all end for myself, but in the present, I still have choices I can make, as well as consequences I must live with from decisions past. It isn't what I think, or what I say that matters, but what I do.
2010 is around the corner. One day, it will be 2020. Not long after that, the calendar will say 2039. Assuming I make the right choices for body and mind (and humanity doesn't screw itself into Armageddon along the way), I may well be around to see the sunrise, and witness the wonders of life.
Life. Precarious, precious, and fleeting. Never forget to live like you mean it.
***
If you are under 20 and are reading my words now, you may not fully understand what I am saying here. But savor your youth while you have it. And use sunscreen.