Another Door Closes

I said the big goodbye to another friend last week. As I complete another trip around the sun I find myself contemplating what a stupidly short amount of time we all have here.

Death is not something I fear, it is the logical end to the journey that has been my life. It is the yang to the yin of my birth. One cannot exist without the other.

Time. I have wasted so much of that precious resource. Moments have slipped by without me even being aware that I was there. It is not as if I have a list of things to accomplish before the deadline of my death. I just want to be present, truly present, for every moment of every day.

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” - Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)