Ah, the sounds of my life. A screen door banging against the frame, its handle long gone. The sounds of the neighbors driving their odd machines up and down the road, heedless of what time of day or night it might be. Dogs barking for reasons that are unclear. My son snoring in my lap peacefully after a morning of uncertainty.
And as I sit here, relishing these moments, I understand that they will not last forever. Time passes more quickly than I could have imagined as a child. It seemed that life would last forever; then, before I knew it, I was grown with children of my own. I see my father, and I realize that he has few years left. I treasure every moment with him. Always, in the back of my mind, I fear that I will not see him again.
Every moment that passes is a moment that will never come again. When it comes down to it, that is what matters. A person's race, religion, political views, opinions, job, level of wealth ... all rubbish. Enjoy life by the minute, without prejudice, without anger. There is not enough time for that sort of silliness.
Let's live.
