Have you noticed how everybody is running so fast these days?
Are they living in the moment? Are they dwelling on the past? Are they dreaming of the future – and waiting for it to arrive?
Any human would experience a combination of all three every day. That’s normal as long as it doesn’t get in the way of living.
A decade ago, my first wife passed away from Cancer. She was 46 and too young to die. I was too young to be a widower. My children too young to lose their Mom.
While challenging, our family had an unconventional outlook on life – and death. In fact, our goal was to make it the best death ever. Sadly, we achieved that goal. It was the strangest accomplishment any of us had ever experienced.
After she passed, my daughter, Carlyn, wrote a poem that resonates to this day –
Soon we’ll all find our way.
Soon we’ll know what.
Makes us who we are.
Soon we’ll wake up.
To a day we can appreciate.
Soon we’ll know that.
Tomorrow we’ll be better.
Soon we’ll trust that everything’s okay.
That the past is gone.
Can’t hold us back.
Soon we’ll smile about today.
Soon will come too soon.
Don’t let it slip away.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future. Don’t let it slip away.