Aware as I am, too, of my own vulnerability, and that of everyone else in this office this morning, washed and tumbling along as we all are in the river of time, on our way to the endless ocean. Because all of us are here only for the time being; vulnerable, intrinsically vulnerable to old age sickness and death. Nothing will save us from this, our common fate. However puffed out our chest may be, however booming that voice of ours, however many tall buildings or stocks we own, we too are exquisitely, excruciatingly exposed to the fact that, sooner or later, our place will be cleared and we will be gone.
When we remember this, something softens in us. Our judgments soften. Our hurry slows down a little, our worries return to proportion. We breathe a little easier. After all, every one of us is in the same leaky old boat. Everyone we meet, everyone around us — the wise, the foolish, the saintly, the murderous — all of us alive today are heading together, in one great fellowship, toward the final waterfall – even as we argue, lash out at each other, care for each other, love each other — regardless of what it is we do or don’t do.
Just a short post today but hopefully it will give you something to think about