Lately, I have been preoccupied with the passage of time. Do you feel this way? I look at my age, 71, and think about how long until retirement. I have essentially had two full-time jobs for many years. I’ve never complained about the work load. But lately, it is a preoccupation, an obsession. Minimally, I focus on the passage of time.
Part of this focus for me has been questions about legacy. What am I leaving behind? Did what I did over the years in my jobs make a difference in people’s lives? Did I bring people closer to God? In terms of the parish, did I help the parish be a place of joy - filling people with the joy of Christ. I never asked these questions over the decades. I simply spent the days, months, years, decades in doing my job - trying to help people spiritually - meeting people’s needs the best I could. Today I spend time on these questions. I’m not taking for granted that, of course, I have a decent, even good legacy. I'm concerned about it. I’m focused on the questions and the answers.
To what end am I doing this? It is not a conscious process. But it is definitely happening to me now - and it never really was a major concern in the past. I do not think that this means I am cracking up (although opinions can differ). Being reflective is not a bad thing. It can help to clarify what is going on inside me.
I cannot believe how quickly time is going right now. An exhausting weekend is followed by weekdays and another exhausting weekend and so on. This is a relentless process for me right now. I guess this is normal, but it is now new for me.
I also have the predicament that my close friends are actually aging at the same pace as I am. Sometimes, when I think about their age, I wonder how they got so old - and I realize I’m the same age. Sigh.
I’m not writing these words so you will think I’m cracking up. (Hmmm, have mentioned this thought twice in just four little paragraphs.) I don’t think so. Rather, I’m trying to think this through and figure out what does God want from me at this time, at this age, at what may be the twilight of my time here on the other side of death.
I have no profound answers, but I do have one simple answer to journey through this time of life. I used to think the phrase “smell the flowers” was silly. Now I’m less quick to feel that way. The bottom line for me, what I now want to do every single day, is simply to celebrate every single day. I can be a downer. I do have a melancholy side that is too easily dominant at times. I keep that side inside most of the time. But I must now, deliberately, consciously, focus on joy and gratitude every single day.
Life is too precious to waste. Life is precious. Friends must be cherished. The people I love must be cherished. If I don’t, then I’m being stupid. (I don’t like being stupid, but often I have been stupid in just bemoaning the passage of time.) Time to change the behavior.
TODAY'S GRATITUDE: For so many friends who have been treasures during the passing of time. May they live to be 1000.