A Little Reality

Lone Hand

My days are not necessarily typical of what most folks encounter.Today's elderly driving tour of duty took me twice to the doctor. There was nothing routine on my first trip other than that the oncological waiting staff was accustomed to the needs of their patients. To them everything was rote: complete the paperwork on the clipboards, note any changes, have a a seat and wait to be called. You will either have a CAT scan for post operative testing or you will be going in for chemo of some kind.

It was all so mechanical but I realized that each patient there was on some sort of accelerated time clock. There was a pretty good chance that for some their battle was drawing to a conclusion. While sad these folks all know with certainty that they have to live the amount of time allotted.  Seems rather unfair both the knowing and not knowing, but then again they have an opportunity to make remaining minutes, hours, days, and months count.

Those with regular day jobs have little time to think about what's down the road. We all envision this great retirement life where time will be our friend and we will be able to enjoy all the pleasures postponed. The reality is different. None knows what we will be able to do with any certainty. Postponed pleasure is simply that. You may never have the opportunity again.

We have today. It's ours to enjoy and live. Don't wait.