I learned today that someone I cared about died of cancer which was expected but still enough of a shock to stop and give me pause.
I’m reaching a stage where I’m losing more and more people that were a big part of my life when I was young and didn’t truly think about mortality and just how quickly life passes.
Seems like every day at work someone remarks, “Wow, is it really [fill in the month/season] already?”
Lately I am getting constant reminders that the clock is ticking and it is not infinite. An impetus to not take the days for granted.
Time is a train
Bono, U2
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing in the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
So I’m not.
No slowing down for me as I approach sixty. No consideration of working only part-time or even retirement. No “taking it easy”. It’s going to be more travel, more adventure and more big changes.
You’ll see.
Today’s news was a sobering reminder, though. One I really didn’t need.
Hard life lessons. Wake up calls.
Heed them. They are speaking to you.
