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65, 70, 75 years…
The game that is life is nearly over, and almost all of the
pieces of the puzzle are in place. Even
the government is betting on the sidelines, playing on the probability that
most will not live long enough to maximize the use of their pensions.
It’s the winter of life and one by one old time friends say
their final farewells like dry leaves finally falling off and drifting into the
ground. It’s the final paycheck, where the
worth of all that you have painstakingly worked for will be seen in a new
light. The final tab, where the cost of
all the mistakes you have made will be paid in full with the regrets you’ll
have to live with.
Do you now miss the son that you have hurt and drove away?
Do you now think about the family you could’ve built? Grandchildren you should be holding in your
lap and Christmas presents under the tree?
In your weakest of moments, do you childishly wish for one
more chance? Desperately pray for another
shot at life? Where pleasure and things
are a little bit less important and relationships a little more so?
It’s the end game.. the summer of life has come and gone.. and the things they do only reflects the things you have done.
Can you undo the hurt that you’ve caused? Unsay the things you spoke in anger or
pride? Unposses the things you’ve traded
relationships with? Unmake blunders?
Maybe.. but can you
find the courage to admit your mistakes?
25, 30, 35 years…
The years stretch ahead into the distant future. One by one, each conquer their fears and fly
off in search of the things that will define their lives. Success is but a trail to be followed and
mistakes, something that time could easily erase, like forgotten sandcastles on
a beach wiped clean by the daily tides.
Time weaves a web of complacency and the things important
easily buried under the clutter of a busy life, the heat of a momentary quarrel,
the weakness of a human spirit or the importance of a misplaced pride.
Tears and regrets are often poor substitutes for absence and
neglect and most of the time, too late to matter.
Like parting ways with someone you can really spend the rest
of your life with.
Showing love and celebrating with your parents on the last
Christmas, birthday, mother’s day or father’s day in their lives
Missing the companionship of a brother, or a sister, or a
friend and regretting the little things that made the gap.
Can we avoid the painful mistakes we are yet to commit?
Can we find the strength to hold on to the things that
really matter?
Can we keep the end game in sight?
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