August 27, 2021
A couple things got me thinking recently. First, here we are already closing in on the end of summer; that got me thinking about how time flies and its effect on waiting. Then, as we’ve planned our expansion and questioned why we are, or should we be, doing so in the current climate; that too got me thinking and what waiting would have meant. The results of my pondering led me to the following poem:
(with thanks to Andrew Pratt)
Barely the day started and… it’s already six in the evening.
Barely arrived on Monday and it’s already Friday…
… and the month is already over.
… and the year is almost over.
… and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed.
… and we realize that we lost our parents, friends.
… and we realize it’s too late to go back.
So… Let’s try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time.
Let’s keep looking for activities that we like.
Let’s put some color in our grey.
Let’s smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts.
And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left.
Let’s try to eliminate the afters…
… I’m doing it after…
… I’ll say after…
… I’ll think about it after.
We leave everything for later like “after” is ours.
Because what we don’t understand is that…
… afterwards, the coffee gets cold…
… afterwards, priorities change…
… afterwards, the charm is broken…
… afterwards, health passes…
… afterwards, the kids grow up…
… afterwards parents get old…
… afterwards, promises are forgotten…
… afterwards, the day becomes the night…
… afterwards life ends…
And then it’s often too late.
So, let’s leave nothing for later,
Because still waiting to see you later, we can lose the best moments,
the best experiences,
best friends,
the best family.
The day is today… The moment is now…
Mike
