I began these postings that -- I suppose -- half-humorously and collectively attempt to make peace with the fact (I hesitate to ever use that word ... but) that a season of life arrives when another chance to get it right ... to play-over that questionable call on second base .... that first or second attempt at relationship .... that way of parenting ... there comes a time when second chances are unlikely.
M and I will celebrate 50 years together, next year. Optimistically speaking, we'll have a commemorative celebration ... kinda like a commemorative post-stamp issued by the Postal Services. Somebody at that party ... someone else our age who still believes in "Do-overs" ... will hold up a glass and wish us another 50 years. Someone else will say: "Hey! This time maybe you'll get it right."
The Last Quarter is full of one-time commemorations ... Ever hear of people gathering for a hundredth anniversary celebration? ... Tell the party-planner not to forget the drool cloths!
Second chances! Right.
I suspect that Moses and Jesus, Muhammad and the Buddha and many of their followers have each made the point that healthy living entails living each day as if it were your last day to make things right. Alas, these sayings of the Elders are greeted by the young (including us, when we were young) as so much dribble precipitating out of the corners of the mouths of those who may not have many more days set aside in order to get it right.
Well. As Hillel the Elder said: If not now, then when?
And as Mork would say: Nanu-Nanu!
Carpe diem, Baby! Get it right, today!
Postscript: Someone is likely to tell me that this sounds "blue" ... "maudlin" .... "morose" .... So, while you're bothering to write that, I'm gonna go out and try to have a helluva good day!
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