The hustle and bustle of everyday
living is going on. In syncopation there are those who are waking from slumber,
those who are lying down in rest, and those who are making the most of the
daylight they have left. Neither of them are taking note of the other, yet
their lives are making up the fabric of NOW. We are all loving and loathing,
eating and drinking, crying and laughing, and running and walking in perfect
harmony – individually cooperative. And, without our perfect knowledge of the
other, we are living and dying.
Someone died, today. While we are
going about the business of our day, there are those who are mourning the loss
of someone great (or not so great). While we are begrudging our jobs, our hair,
our clothes, our spouses, and our lives, someone is taking their last breaths.
We find moments to complain about our lot and what we will never have, there is
someone who doesn’t have tomorrow to make a change. We lose ourselves in what
would have or could have been while that one person is out of time – it will
never be.
Someone died, today. They will
never hear another ‘I love you’ or ‘Good job’ or ‘I’m so glad you’re here’; nor
will they have the opportunity to speak those words. They will never feel the
heat of the summer’s sun or the bite of winter’s frost. Do you wonder if they
are missing them, now? It makes one wonder if they wish they could wake up
early or go to bed late because of work. Are those who once complained about
the annoying laugh or the nagging voice or the obnoxious chewing now longing
for what once was and will never be, again.
So many of us go about our lives as
if we have died. We complain, as if there is no hope for change. We mope around
and shed tears over temporal things that will have no meaning, in the end. We
look at what is, as if there is no chance for what can be. As long as we are
breathing, there is hope for something more – we have opportunities to embrace
and look forward to. We can still make plans and execute them. We can still
love, laugh, and cry. Our tears are unspoken prayers that can still be
answered. We have time. We have opportunity. We have moments that can be
enjoyed, no matter the circumstance. We can begin, again.
Someone was born, today. A shining
ray of hope and promise. Joy and exhilaration flood the hearts and minds of
those who have anticipated this very moment. A barrage of heartfelt warm wishes are doled
out, freely. Laughter fills the air, as the future is whatever can be imagined.
A clean slate has entered our world and our minds are reeling with the thoughts
of the future. Plans are written in pencil, leaving room for the ebb and flow
of life. Mistakes are welcomed training moments. Failures are expected with the
knowledge that a correction can be made. Nothing can dampen the high hopes and
exuberant expectations.
Someone was born (again), today.
The knowledge that every moment is lived out loud and with our eyes wide open.
Nothing is withheld from us, if we are willing to dream (again), hope (again),
and believe (again). We can experience the gleeful wonder of a new life
beginning the journey of discovery. We can take a fresh look at what had become
mundane in our lives. We can appreciate the splendor of color and sound and
taste and touch. We can gain comfort in the smile of a loved one. We can
appreciate each nuance of ourselves, without the murky judgments of the world
surrounding us.
Someone died, today, is true. And, in that same
moment, a new life begins.
