There comes a day in everyone’s life when you realize, with
a shuddering jolt, that time not only flies, but it stops quite dead…. We say
it every day, ‘time flies when you’re having fun’. ‘Seize the day!’ ‘Tomorrow is promised to no one!’ we cheer, as
we clink our glasses. But do we really, truly, think that through?
How many minutes, weeks, days, months, do we half-live
wishing and waiting for a holiday, a new relationship, a better job, the
courage to commit, a better you? I imagine if we counted it all up it would be
a staggering amount. Then one day, something happens and suddenly we see. Too
late. That time not only flies, but it stops quite dead.
One day, out of nowhere, there will suddenly be a voice that
we will never hear again, a path that we will never cross again, a hand that we
will never shake again, a cheek that we will never kiss again, a laugh that we
will never hear again, a saying “Suck A Duck” in that funny soothing voice gone
forever. A face that we will never see
with our mortal eyes again. Ever again. And the finality of that loss will
knock the wind out of you.
Only at that point can you truly understand why we must live
each day – really live each day. Tell everyone we love, just how much we think
of them. Start knocking things off our bucket lists. Stop waiting for the right
time to use those special dishes, go to that place you been meaning to go, to
send that note, make that call and make that time right now. Stop being
side-tracked by our egos and start living a life free of judgement, free of
comparison and free of containment. De-clutter your to-do list and prioritize
the most important people and things.
If you can make this realization BEFORE you suffer the loss,
then you are a very blessed soul indeed.
Wishing I could wish you a happy birthday today Bro!
Thank
you for all the things you’ve taught me about life, loss and love.
