Is it just me who feels that days are flying by? Or, that a month disappears into another month, another season, another year? How does a lifetime get swallowed up? Aren’t we just living like all the other people? Why do we take risks with our health and with our financial resources? What is it all about?
We live in a world designed for speed, afraid of our own mortality, in a world where the dying get tucked away from our eyes. If we understood that there is only one life to live -that there are no promises as to the length of our lives or an afterlife- would we still squander time? Would we make ourselves ill with thoughts about the past? Would we spend a lifetime trying to scramble to the top of the economic food chain? Would we allow our real-selves to be designated to weekends, or that one-day a month vacation from the overwhelming pressures that demand a certain ideal for success?
Why are we doing this to ourselves?
We are mortal, we will die and there might not be an afterlife. This might be it, this one life that we have been given. One life to make dreams come true; one life to find true happiness within us.
Does one have to be afraid of an afterlife if a life was lived good and well? Is all this studying and reading about God and Gods just the yearning for another chance a do-over, because many fear they wasted what was given to them?
Do we have to fear “judgement day,” if we lived without judging?
It is not the young man who should be considered fortunate but the old man who has lived well, because the young man in his prime wanders much by chance, vacillating in his beliefs, while the old man has docked in the harbor, having safeguarded his true happiness. -Epicurus
Happier by the day – happier by the year. I find aging wonderful and interesting. Days and years seem to pass faster. The worries of the youth have disappeared. I love how I look and how I feel, I wake up with a smile and hum throughout the day.
Big goals became smaller, being is more important than having.
My ship is still at sea, I can see the harbor and it’s a pretty one. I might dock in there one day, or I might not ever reach it.
In the end it won’t matter, the trip was worth it, the journey is not over -yet.