A life between birth and death

It’s a mad, mad life between birth and death. The only thing we can ever be certain of is that one day, whether we like it or not, our bodies are going to give up on us. I was reminded by this fact not so long ago by a pal who’s trying to cling onto her body parts that are a little worse for wear.

When I fall out of my sack in a morning, and yep, I do fall out, everything aches. It takes a good hour before all me bits and pieces are functioning in a relatively ergonomic fashion with the environment. Once I’m off the floor, and in the shower, the day can begin.

One thing I’ve learnt, though, is that life is much more than what we can physically have, see or hear. The people who cross our lives and touch our hearts aren’t always as visible, or known, as the houses we live in, the cars we drive, or the places we work, but they often mean more by helping us evolve into the person we will one day become. That one day, is today, because yesterday is history and tomorrow never comes.