Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Why I Care (A Short Meditation)


I can't believe I'm getting so old.

My eyes, when they are not retouched by an Instagram filter, have wrinkles at the edges. I have, as they say, "a furrow on my brow." And when I leave the hair salon the grays come three weeks after coloring.


Around me the people are dropping like flies. Sometimes literally. People we know from childhood - dead from cancer. People we know only vaguely - dead from a heart attack suffered on the tennis court while on vacation.


Little symptoms here and there, nothing serious, maybe serious. Warnings from the doctor: Take care of yourself now, before problems progress from a whimper to a shout.


"And so are the Days of Our Lives."


The clock is ticking and it's time to start giving back, big time. Help other people and share what I can. 

I don't know what day will be my last.



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