We All Can Win
It only takes a phone call. You stop whatever you are doing and suddenly what's important in life become abundantly clear. Your friends and colleagues immediately take care of the stuff that needs to get done and you tend to the people who matter. Time becomes your best friend and your worst enemy as every moment with loved ones transcends the material worth of accumulated possessions, wealth and things. Every moment becomes the greatest treasure and you pray that the joy might persist and never cease. Memory paints the poignancy of the now as reflections from the past color the precious present and project a hopeful future.
When hope and fear teeter on the fulcrum of uncertainty, a battle rages within the heart and mind of the human soul that simultaneously comforts and sears. Hope surges with every positive word, thought and prayer; it's truly indescribable. Yet a cough or minor change reveals the fragility of hope and opens the door to distress. In those times you discover the true nature and character of what you believe as every new bit of information finds a place to either way you down or lift you up.
I have felt elevated, and from this vantage point I have reassessed the value of all the mundane stuff that gets done every day. Some say that when the end comes we will regret spending too much time toiling in the mundane things of life and that we will ever rue the failure to spend time with loved ones. I concur with the sentiment but I express gratitude for those engaged in the mundane. I have seen something today, something I have previously managed to miss.
Every single person who helps my mother-in-law while she fights her physical ailments and woes is busy doing stuff. They are cleaning and checking, they are monitoring and connecting, they are testing and assessing, they are recommending and implementing. Some are more focussed and some are going through the motions. They are in the business of doing their stuff. They were not with their loved ones today, passing each moment as the treasure that it is, but their efforts allowed me and my love ones to have those moments.
I realized that sometimes the value of the moment occurs because it is a moment. It is too easy to take for granted the time we have when we think that we have all the time in the world. But when we have cause to believe that time is a limited resource we begin to value it as seldom before. Today, I saw that time spent on stuff holds at least the value of every precious moment. I could see, as though standing from a mountain top, that however you may work or serve, you can either savor a moment of pure living with loved ones of your own or you are making it possible for someone else to enjoy their own precious moment.
Either way we win.
When hope and fear teeter on the fulcrum of uncertainty, a battle rages within the heart and mind of the human soul that simultaneously comforts and sears. Hope surges with every positive word, thought and prayer; it's truly indescribable. Yet a cough or minor change reveals the fragility of hope and opens the door to distress. In those times you discover the true nature and character of what you believe as every new bit of information finds a place to either way you down or lift you up.
I have felt elevated, and from this vantage point I have reassessed the value of all the mundane stuff that gets done every day. Some say that when the end comes we will regret spending too much time toiling in the mundane things of life and that we will ever rue the failure to spend time with loved ones. I concur with the sentiment but I express gratitude for those engaged in the mundane. I have seen something today, something I have previously managed to miss.
Every single person who helps my mother-in-law while she fights her physical ailments and woes is busy doing stuff. They are cleaning and checking, they are monitoring and connecting, they are testing and assessing, they are recommending and implementing. Some are more focussed and some are going through the motions. They are in the business of doing their stuff. They were not with their loved ones today, passing each moment as the treasure that it is, but their efforts allowed me and my love ones to have those moments.
I realized that sometimes the value of the moment occurs because it is a moment. It is too easy to take for granted the time we have when we think that we have all the time in the world. But when we have cause to believe that time is a limited resource we begin to value it as seldom before. Today, I saw that time spent on stuff holds at least the value of every precious moment. I could see, as though standing from a mountain top, that however you may work or serve, you can either savor a moment of pure living with loved ones of your own or you are making it possible for someone else to enjoy their own precious moment.
Either way we win.
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