Before long we learn, in this life, that we are not here forever. We learn through the changing of seasons, the loss of our pets in childhood, the death of a loved one.
We get no guarantee of numbers. So many days under the sun or drizzly afternoons spent gazing out windows. We think they are infinite but they are not. One day will be the last. And this is not the hardest part. The hardest is knowing those we adore will share our fate.
We grow up when we know this. And this is the deal we get to be here. We don’t ask yet are given opportunity to love, to embrace, to wonder and be scared, to scream and kiss and run and lie still in the cool grass under the long-gone stars on a cool evening.
We go through this time, galloping or whispering across the years, with a vague knowledge of the end. We are born to love feverishly. To anguish and rebound. To flourish. We are born for each other.
It matters little where or when or how we are here. Our hearts share the same code. Although we spend our lives attempting to cement that which is impermanent, we come to the same end.
Our gift is not one of time because that is uncertain and unfairly metered out. We have one moment in which to live. Our gift is of comfort and care. We cradle those hearts we meet, bringing joy where there is sorrow and ease when there is turmoil. Those of us who have, and who can–we must. It is the deal we make with the one we get.
This post can be found on Huffington Post as well.
As I sit here during the break between my husband’s grandmother’s wake, I couldn’t agree more. Beautiful post!
thank you so much, Danielle. Take good care.
Beautiful…I like the variety you have on your blog, and I appreciate the sincerity in this particular post. :0)