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Birth, Death, and the Brief Intermission of Life
The baby cries out her first breath. She marries her high school boyfriend four weeks after graduation. She takes her last breath as she succumbs to a disease that has ravaged her body over the past few months. This time moves so quickly we seldom take time to enjoy the intermission between our first and last day.
This isn’t an audition; we are all doing this life thing each day. We must show up and make our mark by playing full out and embracing our journey. The older we become the faster time moves for us. Have you noticed that?
I once asked a teenage boy why he thought he couldn’t remember something that had occurred when he was eight years old. He thought for a moment, sifting through his mind, and reaching deep into the areas between the neurons and the synapses. His answer to me when he finally look up made sense on many levels. He said,
“That was half my life ago. It’s just too far away to be able to pull that memory up right now.”
If you have had the pleasure of spending time with a baby you will see that every moment represents a new discovery for them. Their fingers and toes, your earring, the cat streaking across the room — all are celebrated with baby shrieks and giggles of joy and wonderment. They fully intend to explore everything that comes into their consciousness with…
