Autumn is in the air. The mornings here in Alberta are crisp and cold. I could see my breath while sipping tea on my deck this morning. The leaves have begun to turn to rich golds and almost crimson reds. Those that were eager for rest have fallen and are already twirling on the ground as I walked around the pond. The seasons are changing. Constantly changing.
For everything there is a season. Everything has it's time we just don't know when that is. I often think about time and western society's obsession with trying to control it. Seems we all want what we can't have. Time will never be controlled, yet we press on with schedules, cell phones, meetings and blackberries. An impossible quest tried with so much determination. Failure always looming as we hear "there simply aren't enough hours in a day anymore".
The amount of time between the sun rise and sets really hasn't changed dramatically. The seasons are divided and the sun warms the Earth the way it has for millions of years. The man in the moon comes out each night to remind us of the promise of beauty each day. The solar and lunar patterns haven't changed....we have.
Whatever happened to taking the time to stop and smell the roses? When did we become so cocky as to think that we will definitely live to see the next sunrise? Why are the meetings and schedules so critically important, but putting off telling a friend you love them is acceptable? The truth is, we can't control time and we can't control mortality.
Confession: The thought of death scares me. The thought of not living while I can is unacceptable.
Did you tell someone that you love them today?
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