I was sitting on a hard church pew beside my Dad. We were watching my sister being introduced at her wedding reception, held in a small country church. My Dad looked over at me and said, “Time, it just goes like that.” as he snapped his fingers.
At that time I didn’t understand. I was 20. Today I do, and that moment feels like yesterday. It also feels like 2 lifetimes ago.
A season feels like a month now. But as my worn out and cracked up body heads downhill at an ever increasing speed, I find myself pumping the brakes less. I am not looking for a route back to my younger days.
The lessons I have learned came at a painful cost. I don’t want to pay them again. I like knowing things; maybe the best thing to know is I don’t know much.
In a strange way a memory is like a perfectly aged moment. Some moments get more meaningful with time. I don’t think you can fully appreciate a moment in real time. Sometimes we need to lose something to value it.
Life has a start line, and a finish line. We are all going towards the finish line. We can try to extend it, or we can focus on running our best race. I’m trying to wake up every day and ask myself to be someone I will be proud of when I put my head down to drift off. I fail miserably most days. We all do.
There is more Life behind me than ahead. I am fearlessly looking forward, all the while letting my memories age and sweeten. Even the bitter ones. Especially the bitter ones.
If you read this far, Thank you.
Tris
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