One and Only

“We’ve got just one life!” is something we say more often when we allow ourselves to do the things we love. We only have one life. But we don’t think about our mortality when we’re busy with things that we don’t love, we don’t want or we don’t feel excited about. We act as if life is a video game in which we have countless lives and we just suck it up and do our tasks. Regardless of who gives the task, if we’re on the side that accepts it, it means that we have put a price on those moments of our lives, financial or emotional.

A task is sometimes something that we do unwillingly, just to be nice. Sometimes it’s something we do for money. What about all the things that we buy to impress people we don’t like? Isn’t that a task we created for ourselves? What about all the things we feel we must do in order not to lose the love or acceptance of people? But death, that ugly and distant word, will cease to be just a word one day at a time when we least expect it. When we’re faced with it, will all the things that worry us today mean anything? How many times do we need to die in order to see the value of our one and only life?

This week’s inspiration comes from Alice Munro’s “Some Women” and the poem is by Walter de la Mare.

There is no sorrow

Time heals never;

No loss, betrayal,

Beyond repair.

Balm for the soul, then,

Though grave shall sever

Lover from loved

And all they share.

See the sweet sun shines

The shower is over;

Flowers preen their beauty,

The day how fair!

Brood not too closely

On love, on duty;

Friends long forgotten

May wait you where

Life with death

Brings all to an issue;

None will long mourn for you,

Pray for you, miss you,

Your place left vacant,

You not there.”



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