|Aug 25 2009|
Life is so full. For me it's kids, work, music, art, movies, driving a good car, watching the ocean, smelling the early morning mountain air. Life is time - marked by time's passing.
It's fleeting, passing, unattainable in the end. I drive the same roads that Ron drove but there's no memory of him there. I walk in courthouses he practiced in for 30 years, but there's no memory of him there. I drive by the church where his funeral service was just 4 days ago, but there's no memory of him there. While his life created memories in people the people are also fleeting and passing - the memories will die.
We're told that time is like a grain of sand. We're also told that we make a mark in time.
I don't know the answer right now, but time feels REALLY big to me right now and I feel really, really small.
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