When I was younger–much younger–life seemed to stretch before me forever. Oh, I knew there would come an end…sometime. But that seemed so far in the future that I didn’t really worry about it.
Now, though, things are different. I know that I have fewer years before me than those behind me.
That really came into focus with the word that someone I went to high school with…whose wedding I played for…whose family has attended my congregation…had a massive heart attack and died last night. He was my age.
And now, even though I am not worried about death, I do wonder. Just how many years do I have left? and how am I going to use them?
I had so many plans…so many dreams. Some of them I’ve accomplished. Some have been left by the wayside as I realized they weren’t really what I wanted after all. But there are still some left unfulfilled–and still desired.
Yet life intervenes. It’s not all bad when that happens. Sometimes it helps us realize that some dreams need to be released in order to allow room for others to grow.
But I am still coming to grips with the realization that I am not immortal. The future that seemed to stretch so far ahead when I was younger has now shrunk. I still don’t see the end of the road, but I know it’s coming.
So what am I going to do with the time that’s left?
Sure, I can make my bucket list…and check off the items as I accomplish them.
But the important things on my list are these two items:
- that the people I love know that I have loved them and continue to love them…
- that I have done what I can to make the world a better place for everyone.