Deadline: the latest time or date by which something should be completed.
(Historical) a line drawn around a prison beyond which prisoners were liable to be shot.
We are all running on a deadline.
There is an invisible Best Before date stamped upon each of us. Some of our deadlines appear more obvious than others. It is easier to see in those with a terminal illness or the very old. Mostly we keep death carefully hidden from view.
But this year Death had its very own coming out party. A global event! Like the debutante at her ball, Death is heady with its power.
Years ago, I read Death with Interruptions by José Saramago. The premise was simple. In an undisclosed location, the grim reaper takes a holiday. At first the mood is celebratory. Then the reality sinks in; people in horrible accidents, mangled beyond repair, remain alive. Those incapacitated with disease or age, often in unmanageable pain, destined to keep breathing. The system overloads. The horror is ongoing. Clearly, death is necessary. There is a cycle, a beginning and ending to every living thing.
Here’s the little I know about dying. We do not spend our last moments thinking about the expensive sofa we bought or our great new stove in our renovated kitchen. Instead, we recall our relationships. We remember expressions of love, gestures of kindness, those beautiful moments that make our lives worth living.
In case we missed the memo, Nature endlessly demonstrates this cycle. In spring, buds that have no business pushing through dark deadwood, appear, bright and electric green. In summer, the flowers burst out in their velvet glory. And then, it is fall and we watch as the decay scatters the now-browning petals to the cold ground. By winter, all that we see is blackened stalks, lifeless and bleak.
And the wheels on the bus go round and round.
Light is defined by shadow.
Life is bounded by death.
The question that faces each of us, whether we live in a hut or a palace, is what to do with the unknown time limit in our life’s lottery.
I have reached the sage old age of 60 and feel I have a few answers. Not as many answers as I’d like but this is one declaration I can make:
Life is a gift.
Some will exclaim, “….but my life is on hold!” But darling, time is not waiting. The invisible clock is still ticking.
The challenge then is to live the best version of ourselves, whether we’re behind a mask or not.
“Wait…” says another, “I can’t live in this purgatorial limbo!” Um, yes, we can. We already are.
Life is a game of chance. I was born in Canada. I could just have easily been born in a refugee camp (which to me must be the worst possible limbo).
Apparently, I had no hand in this lottery. Dear readers, we are among the fortunate ones (this comparison is not to belittle anyone’s grief. I am familiar enough with sorrow to tell you that human anguish does not diminish based on your address).
For those of us blessed enough to still be here, it behooves us to live as fully as possible. We need to breathe deeply and find the things that bring us and those around us some joy. We are to grab life with both hands. This does not mean we are meant to float around in a perpetual state of happiness. I am so tired of those books. I am quite sure we are not meant to be happy all the time.
Melancholy and despair has produced some of our world’s best art. Hell, how can we sing along and identify with the blues if those composers, and ourselves, had never felt sadness to begin with? There are the mundane aspects of life too. It doesn’t matter how much mindfulness I bring to the experience, I still don’t like cleaning a toilet. But chores are also part of our days.
Now joy, joy is something I can get behind. Joy are those moments when someone smiles at you with the kindest of eyes. Joy is that light-hearted moment when a pup tumbles sideways with enthusiasm. Joy is that euphoria of reaching the top of the mountain. Joy are those random high notes, those bits of light that brighten our everyday world.
What I’m suggesting then, is that life is for feeling. Feeling it all. The hurt, the sadness, the comic, the health or the lack, the ridiculous and the sublime.
In between, we must find something that finds us asking…where did the time go? This thing does not have to measure to anyone else’s standards. It could be the satisfying completion of a puzzle or the reading of a book or the hike up a hill or the wonder of writing a sentence. And then another…
The answers are as varied as there is humanity.
So here we are, at the beginning of our agreed-upon newest of years. Granted it continues to be a time circumscribed by a highly-infectious and potentially deadly virus. There IS that.
But we have some agency; we get to choose what’s next for ourselves.
Might I offer a few choices to start?
Choose kindness. Choose peace. Choose helpfulness.
And finally I would suggest asking more questions than pretending to have answers.
And though this particular query has been stitched to pillows and printed on posters, I still believe Mary Oliver asked it best,
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
Dear Reader,
Thank you for being part of my reason for writing.
If you like reading these posts, please do me a favour and share them.
If you don’t, well, please go work quietly on your puzzle.
Happiest of the Newest of Years!
As usual, love reading and letting it marinate. 😘
Blessings Maureen.
To everything there is a season…
Light is the Left Hand of Darkness…
Uhhh… No matter where you go, there you are.
And the corollary…
No matter where you are, there you go.
To everything there is a season.
And a time to every purpose…
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
“Life is a gift”. That’s what my late father used to say to me. He was full of wisdom and acceptance. I don’t think we can stay happy all the times, we have moments of happiness. We are totally unnecessary in this life, what makes humans is love. I am sending you a text, which I hope you will like and applies to what you have written. It is in French.
Our very best wishes to you and Kevin for a Happy, Healthy and Hopeful 2021!
La vie est un mystère
La vie est une chance, saisis-la.
La vie est beauté, admire la.
La vie est béatitude, savoure-la.
La vie est un rêve, fais-en une réalité.
La vie est un défi, fais-en lui face.
La vie est un devoir, accomplis-le.
La vie est un jeu, joue-le.
La vie est précieuse, prends-en soin.
La vie est une richesse, conserve-la.
La vie est amour, jouis-en.
La vie est un mystère, perce-le.
La vie est une promesse, remplis-la.
La vie est un hymne, chante-le
La vie est un combat, accepte-le.
La vie est une tragédie, prends-la à bras le corps.
La vie est une aventure, ose-la.
La vie est un bonheur, mérite-le.
La vie est la vie, défends-la.
This is beautiful Catherine. Your father sounds like he was a very wise man and his wisdom passed on to you. Love is definitely the secret ingredient to life.
My French is very basic and though I thought I understood most of the text, I put it into google translate and here is that translation.
“Life is a mystery.
Life is a chance, take it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, savor it.
Life is a dream, make it a reality.
Life is a challenge, face it.
Life is a duty, do it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is precious, take care of it.
Life is wealth, keep it.
Life is love, enjoy it.
Life is a mystery, unravel it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is a hymn, sing it.
Life is a fight, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, take it head on.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is happiness, deserve it.
Life is life, defend it.“
Happy New Year!
Brava, Colleen. Life is for the living. What then, shall we do with this one wild and precious life? Indeed.
Happy New Year Bern. I’m so glad our lives intertwined through hospice.
Life is so serendipitous and lovely.
Colleen, how timely (as usual.) You always seem to write the right words at just the right time. As though you are reading my mind! (You and Alexa in cohoots? ) Anyway, thank you for the reminder. I’ve been in a bit of a funk of late and this was just the kick in the pants I needed to remind me that time is a-tickin’. This has been a year of years, to be sure, and it feels good to turn the page to a shiny new year. Wishing you and yours the best 2021 has to offer. Thanks again for the reminder that we only have one go-round–pandemic or not!
Busted! Me and Alexa are a team.
I know I’ve probably mentioned this before, but a lot of the reason for writing these posts is to give myself, as my mother would say, a good talking to.
Glad it worked for you too.
The funk you mention comes and goes with me too. But we shall prevail!
Glad to have you in my world. It’s nice knowing you’re out there 🙂
Happy New Year Gwen.