I read a novel last week that momentarily gave me a glance at reality. In the first sentence of the book, a young mother of four literally drops dead on her kitchen floor (brain aneurysm). No one saw that coming. She was thirty something years old, her children ranged from 14 to four years old. Her husband was a self employed plumber. They live in a small house in a small town where everyone knows everyone. She’s making pancakes in a busy kitchen and Boom! It’s all over for her.
It’s the old cliche: plan for the future, but live in the present and enjoy and find beauty, love, and gratitude in the present. That’s not the words of the cliche, but I think that’s somewhat the message?
It’s the old cliche: plan for the future, but live in the present and enjoy and find beauty, love, and gratitude in the present. That’s not the words of the cliche, but I think that’s somewhat the message?
What I also wanted to say: thanks a lot--one more thing to worry about!!
We (I) think we'll all die of old age. Not always a blessing. But each normal day IS a blessing. thanks for the reminder.
I like the sentiment here very much!