“when it is over said and done it was a time and there was never enough of it.”
Which comes from the poem “A Time”by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, You may punctuate as you wish but you are not allowed to change the order of the words or inserting more words.
August 17, 2020
Looking at life, as it goes swiftly by, there are times that have come and gone, some of which I would beg to come back. Losing my husband then losing my son, were the worst days of my life. Now my life continues, and love has found me this time. My heart breaks for what I lost but also swells with hope for the future. I want to love again and be loved again. I still have people to love and show my love to. Tragedy is just that, tragedy. It reminds us to not take life for granted and to hold precious those moments when we are with people we love. We don’t know what God has in store for us for our lives and“when it is over, said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it”.
Living in infinity is like my life when I try to imagine where I am going and where I have been, underlying all of it with a simple desire to settle down and enjoy the freedoms that I should find easily in my life, only to be mustered by the happenings in fate which are beyond my control or anyone else’s leaving me to feel the uncertainty of the limitlessness of life and of being in this world where there is no stop and there is no start and when you think you have a starting point, you really only have another excuse to wait one more day. It’s living in limbo.
I wrote this in only a few minutes, writing the words that came to my mind without really thinking of what I was saying or where I was going with it. It felt sort of liberating to free my mind of these thoughts that sit and rust in my brain.
The day has come to celebrate the one day that you can call your own, in some way. There will be thousands of others, perhaps millions that also share your day, but it is still your day. Pay tribute to your life.
You live only once Your life matters more today This earth is now yours
Have you ever lost a child? Have you had to say goodbye to a being that had nothing but love for you? Have you ever had to think of all the things that still needed to be done? Have you ever said that only a child should bury a parent, never the other way around?
If you have ever lost a child you wouldn’t care what they looked like, what clothes they wore, what lovers they had, or what made them happy. You would love that they were alive.
I would take my son back no matter what choices he ever wanted to make no matter what mistakes he ever made no matter how many times he messed up.
Think about it. Why hate a person while they are alive when you can’t do anything but cry when they are gone?