Dwelling on our own mortality-reflections

Sometimes we are so quick to say that things will always remain the same. None of us realize the brevity of life. We assume that each day we will have breath, we'll be in the same situation and that eventually everything we ever wanted to happen would happen. Life doesn't happen that way. We don't always get what we want, but we always get what we need.

I want to cry sometimes for the unfairness of it all. I watch the people I love around me falter as they try to recapture their youth. No one realizes that youth is fleeting, never to be visited again. Some try. I feel their ache as my own. I know in my heart that I have to make the most of the time I have here on Earth. This also is hard to do when it seems as if someone is pushing you one way, while another person is pulling you in another direction. What do we do? Do we give up, as some have done? It is tempting to do just that. You tell yourself and any one else who will listen that you have the right not to care. It is foolish, an inner voice tells you. You shut it off. You tell yourself that you're not going to listen to the wisdom of the words being spoken.

Shutting yourself off isn't the answer. You have to open yourself up, especially during those times when your inner voice screams to be left alone. It's hard. Everyone knows it. Speaking of mortality takes some courage, because we come to realize then that things won't remain the same. Some day soon we'll all part this mortal curtain. When we do, what will we find? Our fears tell us that we'll find loneliness and despair. Our hopes tell us that all our finest dreams will come true. Yet, if we're being logical, we know that it will be neither hope or despair that will greet us. Logic only takes us so far. It is cold and unfeeling, and doesn't take into account God's love for us.

The greatest marvel is that God loves us.