Grasping Sand

Currently, I am feeling a bit depressed and down.  Every moment that passes, every instant and second is lost time never to be recovered, never to be seen again.  Life is so short, many ask, what is the purpose?  Philosophically, one might define his or her life by the end, or some consider worth by the mean, the journey.  The defining attributes of what has been accomplished, or the sights seen, places visited, people met, activities complete…”check, check, check on the handbook of life.”

Nevertheless, I feel relationships are the only true merit in life.  The ones you love, who are loved, the legacy of sharing time with someone…stranger, family, friend.  We all enter into the world alone, and we all leave the world alone.  For the first time, recently, I have witnessed the passing of a person from this world.  To see the conclusion of life, in the honest details that reality does not restrain, strongly has characterized perspective for me in terms of what is important and not.   

Like a bucket of cold water thrown in my face, I saw the blatant truth.   Truth, for all its worth, is something that cannot be argued against.  It cannot be debated or contradicted.  How a person perceives truth, I dont know, yet something in the soul of who I am, of all of us, humanity, I believe, can sense it.  When we are presented with it, like two dogs who fight the moment they sense aggression, we too must consent to it, regardless of like, distaste, or the choice of ignorance, it is there and requires our acknowledgement.  And so I encountered truth, and because I cannot deny something so poignant, I choose to learn and examine it, to be a better person and apply this lesson.