Last week a friend and colleague passed away. This was a guy who would smile no matter the circumstances. He was a very proud father to twin boys. At times he would work so late that he would sleep in the office and the next day, yup, you guessed it, he would be smiling. “It’s no big deal.” He would say. He was a hard worker and he was a great talker. He did not take the typical nonverbal cues that a conversation needed to end. Many conversations I ended, the only problem is now I want to continue those conversations. So many things left to talk about. We only get to go around the sun so many times. No one knows how many times we get. I have faith in the Creator who knows my span of life, but He will not tell me what that span is. I only know that I am to make the most of the time He has given me.
So my friend and colleague has me examining my life. Do I live out my faith? Do I make the most of each situation and sprinkle everything with love and compassion? Do I consider things, “No big deal”? My faith teaches that the hard times are momentary afflictions. That is how my friend appeared to treat life. I often see things not as momentary afflictions, but as troublesome times that I need to correct.
I believe each life has value. I am uncertain that I live this way. When someone wants to talk, do I give that person my time and attention? I want the answer to be yes, but all I can truly do is to ensure that is what my present self does. I cannot go back and complete those conversations, I cannot go listen to what my kid said yesterday. I must listen now. I only truly have now, and I must make the most of it, by showing love to my fellow humans.