Do it. Do it NOW…
I hate to be late. HATE it! So, I always wear a watch. Sometimes I wear more than one watch at a time, as both a fashion statement and a reminder to be where I need to be, when I need to be there.
If there is one lesson God keeps trying to teach me, it is that time is precious. Life can change in an instant. Opportunities are presented—or lost—in the blink of an eye.
Throughout my life as well as in recent months, my world has been altered by deaths of people I love. Not “loved”. LOVE. Present tense. I cannot bring myself to say that I “lovED” a person who is no longer living. Just because someone died doesn’t mean that the love stops. I don’t even believe that the relationship between us stops; it changes by necessity, but I don’t believe that it ends.
It’s as though the person I love has changed addresses, relocating to a place where I am temporarily unable to see or touch him or her. I have, however, been known to speak to my departed loved ones (not in a way that will result in my being hauled off to the asylum!) and they often visit me in dreams. The relationships and the love go on. We are just temporarily separated.
Still, I tend to take my relationships for granted. I think most people do…until we get a stark reminder that nothing lasts forever. For example, several years ago a friend and co-worker was killed in a wreck. Gone in a split second. Suicide, both attempted and and completed, has touched my life, more than once. Fast passings from aggressive cancer, slow goodbyes from Alzheimer’s disease and COPD, sudden massive strokes and heart attacks have all taken loved ones from me and my family.
It doesn’t matter whether a person leads a charmed life of wealth and success, or a humble existence of living paycheck-to-paycheck. It is immaterial whether one is educated or not, privileged or not, a have-or-have-not. Suffering and death are the greatest equalizers, and if we live long enough, we’re all going to get some of both.
Whatever needs doing in my life, I need to do it. Do it now. Speak the truth. Write the letter. Make the phone call or send the e-mail. I need to hug and kiss, laugh and cry, and go about the living of my big, loud, messy life.
Do it. Do it NOW.
You’re very right. I’ve had to look back with regret more than once because I didn’t do what I had to do when I had to do it.
Thank you for reading my post and for your comment. I, like you, have a few regrets over things I did not do.