How do we measure the sum of our existence? With a ruler or a watch?
Every minute
we are building a symphony, a masterpiece with our steps.
We are perpetuating
the rhythm of our lives in every heartbeat.
With every
twist and turn of the plot, we wonder if we have said enough, if we have
presented every piece of evidence and made our case for a life well-lived.
How do
we know, when our time is up, if the accomplishments we have collected amount
to anything in the bigger picture? Are all our deeds forgotten like grains of
sand in the ocean?
Every day we
gingerly open our eyes and attempt to deploy our weary bodies, yet sometimes we
lack the foresight to realize that every step is building a foundation and
every challenge bringing a new puzzle that we must solve.
We are gathering
fuel for a fire that warms the air for those around us.
With every
life we touch, we hope that we will pass on the energy and love that we have
stored up, for it will be gone in time like the morning fog.
How do
we know when we have accumulated all the stuff that will fill us up and have saturated
the empty spaces in our lives? Will it ever be enough?
Every time
we say “I love you” to another person, the battery of our soul is recharged.
We are
giving away the only gift that sustains and does not rot or fade.
With every
life we affect, there are many more who need to hear that we care, for they may
never hear it even from the ones they love; we may be the only shining light in
their lives.
How do
we build up to a mighty crescendo? Can we truly prepare for the end when we can’t
predict the day of the guillotine drop?
Every time
we wonder, we squander another minute that we could use to serve others or show
the ones we love how important they are to us.
We are
wasting precious minutes of the hourglass as we contemplate and ruminate; all the
while we watch the sand run away.
With every
passing moment we are accumulating love and wonder, but it is not for us. We
give all that we have and all that we are to the ones who will cherish those
memories and, in time, distribute them freely to the world.
Life is what
we make it, and when it is our time to give it away, may we do so with grace,
humility, and pride at a job well done.
The universe
expects no less.
