Let us endeavor to live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry. ~Mark TwainWhat would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well a half an hour. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
I was thinking about my own mortality yesterday. Now that's a morbid thing and obviously I was not exactly in the day. Or maybe I was since it was my mother's birthday. I was thinking how different life was when she was born. It was probably less complicated and certainly not as technologically advanced. She was born, lived 95 years and then she moved on. She had a good long life.
What is clear to me is that none of us knows how much time we have. We can be struck by a sudden illness or be diagnosed with an incurable disease. We can be in an automobile accident that kills or leaves us near death. Or we could be struck down by some random and anonymous act of violence. When I consider the horrible things that take place every day such as homicides, kidnapping and violation of children, being struck down in war, or any of a number of acts that kill or maim the body and spirit, I think that my life is relatively blessed. I am just grateful that I've made it this far and am able to wake up and get moving on this day.
And being thankful for having made it this far, makes me realize that I have no control over how long I have. It could be that genetics are on my side and I'll live to be old like my ancestors. Or maybe there's a different plan. Right now though, I'm back in this day and glad to be here. Enjoy it while you can.