All that Remains
Last night I was chatting with some folks about old age and death. Someone asked the group; “How long do you want to live? Why? What if you had a chronic disease?” People gave various answers but mostly we agreed that quantity of years was trumped by quality. In other words we’d rather have fewer years of good than more years of bad.
However, what we didn’t agree on was what exactly “quality” meant. For some it was good physical health, others strong mental capabilities, there were those who wanted to be be near and a part of their family’s and friends’ lives, or to be useful to someone in some way.
It was an interesting conversation and as I reflected on it today I realized that my life is, most likely, more than half way over. I could die this moment or be blessed with many years to come but I probably have fewer days ahead of me than behind.
My hope is that what I say, what I do, who I am, will make the world a better place and I pray that kindness, grace, love will be all that’s left of me when I leave it.