I stared out the window wondering what the future holds.
This year, I turn 60. It’s a milestone that begs the question “What have I done with my life?”
Much of the past is a blur as I struggle to recount accomplishments.
Many of us who reach this age can feel as though we haven’t done anything truly great or noteworthy.
I recall youthful dreams that suffered a slow and painful death as life’s twists and turns took over.
I remember the friendships that faded into oblivion as I became busy with my work. Some of those old pals are still around, but now, we have nothing to say to each other.
The years and decades went by in a flash.
This morning, I turned on the radio to hear songs from 40 years ago, bringing back memories that seem like just yesterday.
My body is introducing new aches and pains – some worrisome, others which are simply constant reminders of the relentless ticking of time.
There are days I wish I could stop the clock.
Not so that I can avoid old age. But rather, to give me more time to think – about what I’ve done, and what I can and should do next.
In deeper reflection, I realize or perhaps, more accurately, I hope – that my time on planet earth has not been for naught.
Perhaps things I have said, and things I have done – have inspired others, and I don’t know about it.
I do know that the more we live, the more we appreciate family. The people closest to us, often are those we hurt the most in life – until we finally realize that we need to be grateful for them, love them and appreciate them.
If I can be a kinder, gentler person. If I can step up my game in sharing lessons learned to others, especially younger people. If I can build on my experience to shape a better future.