Each Day as if One Week

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We were heading east and they were west bound with urgency.   Our travels leisurely and theirs required emergency.  We listened and looked to make sure we didn’t need to give them the right away.  Sirens the messenger communicating “pull over, stop, priority to those in dire need today”.

In that nothing is coincidence way that life flows random moments into a connected weave, this moment would become the truth of what the author meant in the words I would later read.  The author was writing about death, dying, and not wasting time.   The author was writing about the gift in death we can find.  The theme was that if we knew we only had a few days to live we would fully immerse in each present moment remaining.   We wouldn’t take for granted any second of time, nor our loved ones, nor our surroundings.   We would watch every sunrise, and sunset, and we would focus on every single thing that happened in between.

The author was challenging readers to live every day as if tomorrow was not a certainty.  The author was reminding readers life can change in a blink.   Back to the moment, the sirens, and our leisurely drive.   How this weaves to the author’s words is in the young life these sirens couldn’t revive.

A thirteen-year-old was not stronger than the lake waves.   When this young life fell from a paddle board, the turbulent water became mightier than this teenager’s arms and lung strength.  In a moment life changed for this teenager, his loved ones, and the first responders who tried their best in rescuing.  Death knocked and brought “life will no longer be the same” immediately.

Today as I was running, I was remembering another story recently shared with me.  Another time for sirens and a driver who didn’t heed.   The witness of this can’t know what the driver was thinking, or not noticing they should do.  Perception the only knowledge as to what may have caused the driver to ignore what was in their rear view. They didn’t pull over to ensure a cleared path for the responders trying to speed by. To the witness oblivion was the driver’s state of mind.

Perhaps the driver is deaf, or the driver was diligently focused on straight ahead and no eye wandering.  Or perhaps the driver was preoccupied, or the music was turned up drowning out the siren’s screams.   Whatever the reason is the driver’s story.  My initial thought when I heard is “what is the driver missing in what they could more broadly see?”

As I run today, I am passed by bicyclists, many who say in advance “to your left” their gracious courtesy.   Some say nothing as they come up from behind then go around me.  I am appreciative of the heads up and find I wish others had been taught this phrase.   Yet, today I found myself feeling sorry for those who go around without anything to say.  What might they be missing if they were to more broadly see?  Are they taking anything for granted as they peddle on their journey?  Or are they being fully present with their surroundings?

Between the sunrise and the sunset are an abundance of moments for us to fully embrace.  Are there any being missed because our days are lived in haste?

Thank you frog and thank you stream for being the sirens on my path to remind me, life is precious, fragile, and meant to be fully viewed in every moment it brings.

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