In Love With Life…

Question… how do you appreciate something that flows endlessly? Like Time… Before you blink, that second is gone. It is lost forever in an eternity that human minds can’t comprehend. In my mind, I wonder… is time like steps on a staircase? Then why do we treat it like an elevator?

Life feels so long and yet so short. Love is beautiful and yet painful. We live in a world of paradoxes and surprises. We live…    I heard someone say “We are dying”. With every second that leaves unnoticed in this eternity of time, we are one second closer to our curtain call. At that curtain call, roses are thrown on stage and cheers for your performance shake the hall but what defines you most are the cheers that go on in your mind. Do they celebrate you or chastise you? Your seconds and hours and days and years spent dancing on that stage, were they your best? Was every Plie, Step or Twerk done with apathy or passion? What they saw and how you feel, are they the same? To that little boy or girl who lived your childhood with dreams and hopes for the future, have you done justice to the adult he or she hoped you will be? Have you lost the sparkle in your eye that was handed over to you by the 5-year old you?

Question again… how do you appreciate something that flows endlessly? Like Time… My greatest fear is to wake up at 50 and find my life has passed me by. Not snakes or scorpions but wasted time is my greatest fear and my invaluable asset. The paradox again! In wasting it, I lose. I wasting it, I learn. Yet, it passes me by without so much as a kiss. Like grasping air, I can’t hold on to it or stop it or live in it. It passes me by, leading me to my curtail call.

Sometimes, we pass life by. Ignoring it, when it is all around you. Sometimes, in silence, we find our voice. In walking away, we stand. In closing our eyes, we see. Paradoxes, paradoxes…

Till I get to my bow, whether in my closet or my shower or a war zone or the ER or the pulpit or the classroom or the workplace… living my life while listening to the rhythm of my heart beat… I want to appreciate time and life…

… And live.

Join me as I write about life as the seconds tick by…

A Canvas…

Language is subjective… To some it is in dancing, to others acting, to some smiling, others in their native tongue…

Mine is in writing… A place where your voice travels from the tip of your fingers to the ends of the world and the heart is your canvas.

Join me… I want to share it with you…