It comes in waves. Reminders that life is short. Reminders to love now not tomorrow. To cherish. Or maybe it’s that life is soo good right now that I wonder how it can possibly hold together. I fight my fears with the belief that most of us live into our eighties and beyond. More importantly I fight my fears by living well. To my best. I live gently. I’m easy with myself. It’s a learned way. A purposeful effort and it helps. I cherish the good times, work hard when it’s time to work, and let go what can be let go. It’s a practise. A discipline. One that renews every morning, forgiving yesterday and focusing on today. It allows me to ride the waves, when they come, that remind me that life is short.
You were a good good man Darin. I knew that for sure.
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