The length of our days is seventy years
—or eighty … they quickly pass …
“It’s a short walk from the womb to the tomb.”
It didn’t seem short when we were young. When we finished school, landed our first job, got married (or not), there were lots of pages left on our calendar.
Then one day we woke up, yawned, stretched, rubbed our eyes … and realized that we were closer to the obituaries than the nursery. As Dr. Suess asked, “How did it get so late so soon?”
On this short walk we have done and said things we wish we hadn’t. We have had grand visions of what we wished we were, but weren’t; glimpses of what we could be, but aren’t.
The only thing within our control is to decide what to do with the time that’s left. That’s time enough.
We may delay, but time won’t.