For some reason, I started thinking about my own mortality today. Just feeling my age, I guess. I got to wondering about people that say they want to live forever...and my question has to be, why? I mean, stop and think about it for a minute. Living forever would mean that you would just continue to get older and older.
The way that I see it, the main problem with living forever is that unless the quality of our lives gets better as we age, or at least stays the same... then what are we accomplishing by extending our stay here on this plane? And what about our friends and family? Are they going to live forever with us? Will we suddenly turn around some day and realise that no one that we know is here anymore?
I am in no hurry to pass on. I do wish that I could still do the things I could do as a younger man, but I accept the limitations that Father Time has bestowed upon me. I can accept the fact that I am limited in the gift of time that I was given, and I hope that I have the wisdom to use that time wisely. I hope that if I am remembered at all, it will be for good things other than bad. I can't really think of a nicer thing anyone could say after I'm gone than "Remember ole Jim? He was a funny guy!"
I've been really fortunate that the people I know that are older than I set a good example for me to follow. I hope to do as they have done. All I want to do is to live my life with a certain amount of grace and dignity, be filled with a generous helping of health and humor, and to do as little damage to Mother Earth and my fellow travelers as possible. I hope to spread more joy than sorrow, to offer more support than stumbling blocks, to share more love than hatred, to cause more smiles than frowns, to be more friend that enemy, to find the music hidden in a rainy day, and until the day that I pass I hope to never lose the appreciation for the sunset or the sunrise.
I hope to always have a happy heart, a handful of friends, and a full pot of coffee to share with them.