It is amazing what happens to your consciousness when you
realize you are the next generation up for dying.
When my grandparents and both
parents were still alive, I always felt like I had lots of time-
time to waste,
time to live,
time to delay death consciousness- but since my Father died, my
perspective has rapidly shifted.
I am even more determined since to create a
life that is entirely true to path, that is deeply reflective of my gifts and
callings, and that wastes no time on connections and patterns that don’t serve.
This is one of the gifts of loss.
We realize how quickly we can go, and how
precious every single moment is.
We realize that it is time to stop seeking for
what we already know.
We real-eyes that it is time to live.
More people die chasing the wrong dream than chasing the
right one. Following our true path actually saves our life.
"Waste no time on connections that don't serve".
We do not always know the ultimate reason a person enters our lives or
what
wisdom or lesson they bring for us.
Tennyson's poem Ulysses:
"Though much is taken, much abides, and though we are not now
that strength which in old days, moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we
are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong
in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
