time is the enemy

Time has never been on our side. We never know when the end will come for us, for our loved ones, even for our enemies We are blindly walking a path through life never knowing when we'll run out of rope. Would we act differently if we knew today was the last for us? What do we leave behind? How are we remembered? What legacy or change do we amount to? 

It feels like people only worry about these questions once the final countdown has begun. When old age comes to claim us or when the doctor returns with a negative result. Shouldn't we care from the moment we become aware of the question? If you make it to 85 and suddenly feel remorse for words left unsaid and actions not taken it's probably too late. Tomorrow is never promised to us. The people we wish to speak to may not be here when we finally make the time or gather the courage to speak up. 

Maybe we aren't meant to care until the end. Maybe the impossible nature of our life is by design. But maybe fate isn't set. Maybe if we pay attention we can do something meaningful before the curtain call. I don't have the answer and by the time I do I won't be able to tell you about it. I choose to live now like there is no later, no tomorrow, no rescheduling. I choose to cut out the wasteful habits I have and make enough room in my life to leave the world a slightly better place than it has been for me.