Sunday, May 20, 2012
The problem may be time. Thoughts of yesterday, hauntings from yesterday, caught in yesterday, today conjures up yesterday, some cannot see today, and today brings new struggles, and tomorrow seems so far off, and we fear it may not arrive, or tomorrow will pull us back to yesterday, to the point we never know today. When in conflict, if we could only remain silent and be able to express the others viewpoint to their satisfaction before we speak. Life is limited and such a precious thing. If we were told the day of our demise, I am sure that it would change immensely our attitudes and our relationships, but the fact is- we know not when this precious life will end, yet we waste our times in quarreling and the most trivial of pursuits. Let us live cherishing each day, and even when we struggle, knowing that each moment, each breath, conveys meaning and purpose, if we so choose.