I was fixing to blog about "entitletude", but when I went into yahoo chat today, I found out that a chat bud who was hospitalized with a collapsed lung passed away last night.
He was only 54. Not old at all. The thoughts of mortality are swirling around my head today. One verse keeps coming back to me:
Whereas ye know not what [shall be] on the morrow. For what [is] your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
Who knows how long our time on earth shall be? It is but a short time, and then, we go. Some cut down in the prime of life, others after a long, full life...some before life even really starts for them.
What is life, and what do we make of it? Do we use each day to its fullest capability? Or do we sit idly by, and let life pass us by, wasting the days given to us, of which we know only what is, and not when it will end.
What are you doing with your life? Are you making a difference, or are you just sitting like a potted plant, resting in your comfortable soil, and not reaching out or doing much of anything. Or are you being a weed in life? Someone will come along and pour weedkiller on you sooner or later. Being a weed in life is not desireable. No one likes weeds.
If I kept on, I'd only be having rambling thoughts, that don't seem to go much together. I think I'm going to leave my computer for the day, and live life. At least do the housework *grin* and despite my detesting it, that is life. And take a joy in it that I normally don't, that I am *able* to do it, that I am ALIVE.
RIP, Malcolm, known as Mac, from chat help #1.
1 month ago