Too soon

Each day draws us closer to an end we cannot see but know is there. Yet, how often do we take for granted that tomorrow will come? That tomorrow we can begin…that thing. That thing that is always too much to think about today, so we put it off…indefinitely.

How often do we simply twiddle our thumbs, or wail unceasingly to the heavens about personal struggles and adversities without taking the steps, doing the work, to effect change?

How often do we forget to love our loved ones as deeply as we can in both word and action?

And…here we are. That known destination is within our sight. We don’t know how close, but we know it is coming. And so we find ourselves grasping for every moment of joy we can squeeze from our lives. We see beauty everywhere around us in details we never had time to notice before. Before death became our constant companion. Before we acknowledged the half-life we lived before death seeped under your skin and reminded us to love, to live, completely. I have never held you so tight as I do now, each night, knowing that too soon, my arms will be empty.