Remember the old Steve Miller Band's Fly Like An Eagle?
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future . . .
Sometimes, minutes and hours can drag, but how is it that years, even decades, just fly?
I had a cancer scare this year. I'm incredibly thankful I'm healthy. But who knows what the future holds? I could live one more year. I could live 35 more years. No matter how long, one thing's certain . . . it's going to go fast.
I want it to count.
I'll never be famous. That's okay. I'll never achieve anything near greatness, at least in the eyes of the world.
I think more like Anne.
"I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more . . . but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me . . . to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born."
(from Anne's House of Dreams, L.M. Montgomery)
And, I do hope to receive a "Well done, good and faithful servant . . . " when I'm finished here.
How am I going to live in 2015? How will I live in the time left to me? Time does keep on slipping' . . . and I want to live as if The Beautiful Matters.
Wishing you a beautiful 2015, dear friends.