Life is short.
I thought I understood that, but over the last five months, I’ve witnessed the deaths of family and friends, acquaintances and former co-workers. All these deaths keep pointing to this fundamental reality:
Life is short. Love one another.
I thought I understood that, but I am beginning to enter a new phase of learning.
William Saroyan’s preface or prelude or overture to The Time of Your Life inspired me in adolescence and continues to this day: “In the time of your life, live…so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.’
Live, as Saroyan wrote, to not add to the misery and sorrow of the world. I thought my generation born after WWII understood that. I was wrong because we’ve set loose as much anger and other deadly sins as the generations before us—the generations we thought to avoid imitating. And other generations pile on and add to the general misery and sorrow of the world.
Life is short. I have work to do, people to love, gifts to use. I will not waste time in anger—whether at others or myself.
I believe that to be a part of the divine will for humanity.