Just a Matter of Time
I have been thinking “it’s just a matter of time” lately about pretty much everything.
A few weeks ago, I went to my brother’s house. He sat in his chair with a grandson. It was so beautiful. They were so happy together. But Dave’s already had one heart attack and refuses to change his diet at all. My heart breaks for Dave’s son, who is about twenty, and the grandkids. I cannot imagine losing my dad before I turned thirty, which I think is a very likely scenario. My parents are still alive and in Florida at this moment. (Which is good because it didn’t hit twenty degrees today here.) I seriously doubt Dave’s wife is going to put on these giganto affairs once he is gone. Each minute is poignant.
Today I made peanut butter balls with my former Protestant minister’s wife. I think she might be coming down with Alzheimer’s. Her mind seems to be going very quickly. I can hardly believe in the change in just the past year.
Then there’s politics. I don’t what will happen, but I do have one guarantee: Trump will not be in office forever. Absolutely everything Trump gets away with now, the next Democratic president will get away with, and more.
No one seems to get the idea that actions have consequences. Eventually “later” becomes “now.” Then we have to live with the fallout of what we have done. And the fallout of what everyone else has done.
Worrying about the future doesn’t help. Trying to do the right thing now is the only real ethical option. It is an imperfect system on a good day.
Everything really is just a matter of time. Enjoy what you have. Be grateful for the good stuff. Try to do no harm.