If you are reading this, you are alive. I may or may not be alive. As I jot these words right now, I naturally hope that I am alive for a few more decades. But I cannot be certain of things turning out that way.
How strange this thought is. Yet how true.
Last week, a friend of ours died. There is someone else I know who is currently very sick and not expected to live for much longer.
Within the past year, there were two babies born within my extended family. And I recently learned that a friend is over half way through her first pregnancy.
As for other animal species, this week we are observing the rotting carcass of a kangaroo at the other side of the forest. It’s death gave birth to a thousand maggots.
Births and Deaths. The enablers and undoers of life. Each occurring in various ways around the world. In every moment.
Birth has already happened to you and I. As for death, our moment will inevitably arrive.
It’s up to us how we choose to spend the time in between.