Do we have another 15 years, before the accelerator over-runs our reflexes, and we lose our grip on the steering wheel? Or another 6?
I feel two yearnings:
- An urgency to help steer us towards something better
- A song of love, to enjoy the time we have
I should arise and go now, to hold my boys, to dinner with my wife, to bed. I should savour.
I should strive, tomorrow, to see more clearly, to act more wisely. I will be a fraction of what is needed, deserved, but yet I can be a little more.
But now, to the hearth, to hold tight to what matters. For life is short.