After yesterday’s post where death was thrust upon the unwilling by the trusted, I began to ponder the natural crook and crumb of our lives and how we decide to spend the blood and bone capital of everyday living.
How do you reconcile the inevitable reality that one day — if it isn’t already here for you — that the road of your life behind you is longer than the remaining living path ahead of you?
Are your remaining days made more precious with the awareness that life is temporal or do you look back in envy at the missteps of a misspent and meandering youth?