A guy I run with had a heart attack; still in a coma; five children + a wife.
Life can be so
brief, so utterly, painfully, destructively brief.
Why am I here? Where am I going? What am I supposed to be doing?
My eldest asked today, "do you like going to work?"
Good question.
What is the best use of my time? What is my highest purpose. If Death calls me tomorrow, am I ready? Am I done? Have I accomplished...anything?
[Addendum: I wrote the above early this morning; just now, word has reached me that the husband of one of my co-workers suffered an aneurysm this morning and died. I will be busy doing what I can, but the untimely death of yet another seemingly healthy, definitely fit father of young children is hair-raising. I am speechless.]
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