What’s tragic is never living one’s life: failing to be present to the moments as they pass, failing to see, failing to participate.
I haven’t always known this, and even now I know and live it imperfectly. I’m learning to live in the face of illness and troubles and aging and uncertainty, which means un-learning being depressed and self-absorbed about my own troubles, and realizing that life goes on in every moment, it is we who step off the track and feel like it’s going on without us, or convince ourselves that « life » belongs to other people, or a previous time never to be recaptured.
Take a 5 minute break right now and go read the whole post at Beth’s blog.
I’ve taken the break. And I’m thankful for it.