|I turn 72.|
It is sometimes said we should live each day as though it were to be our last. I find that impractical.
On the other hand living each year as though it might be our last to me makes great sense.
A year is a good time frame for planning. A year has all the seasons, the holidays, the birthdays of those we love.
The year stretching before us is elastic. It renews its full length with each sunrise.
|My bus turns 43.|
Insects, animals, rivers, lakes, trees all are tied to this cycle of the sun. Even stars in the heavens reset.
Living each year then as though it were to be our last really does make sense. We get to plan ahead and do the things we want to do the best we way we can. Remember all the birthdays. Express all our gratitudes. If we work hard and practice we may even get good at it.
So that when that last year really does roll around we'll be ready for it and do a bang up job without even having to try that hard.