We’ve all experienced it. In fact, we literally bend, and weave, and craft our lives around it.
Waiting until we finish school, waiting until we get married and start a family, waiting until the kids finish college (and then get established without needing our help), waiting until we retire.
And then, one day, suddenly, it’s over.
The waiting. The living.
Whether we are ready – or not. Whether we have been allotted a full three score and ten – or not.
The young are sometimes inexplicably swept away through violence, or accident, or despair. As we get older, we simply find that list compounding exponentially, whether because of age, or health, or disability, or dementia.
Waiting is the natural course of life. But waiting isn’t the hard part.
The hard part is learning how to live in and through those cracks of time we’ve been handed. That’s what ultimately fixes the “who” and the “what” and the “why” of our talents and gifts (and, yes, they are gifts).
Maybe, too, that’s what distinguishes a life from simply having lived.
I have no sage advice, just a thought:
We just may need to make peace with the clock on the wall.
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