4:44p Life will end tomorrow.
I have lived at the extreme of this belief as long as I can remember. That is why I push so hard, so fast, every day, until I am exhausted and burned out. That is why I can’t let myself rest or dally. I have this deep, subconscious fear that today will be my last day, and I don’t want to waste it.
I am only just coming to see and acknowledge the seasons as being constant, like the dawning of the sun is constant. One day follows the next, one season follows the next, predictable and dependable. Life can be the same, I suppose.
What might happen if I choose to see and experience life as dependable instead of fleeting?