Quite a ride our lives.
Wow, life is short. Some days can seem so very long, others filled with one problem after another. Then days that are good. Most days are a mix-up. Still, at the end of the week, I say, what (!) Sunday already!
I love life, God is good, yet I understand very little, however, I have learned to trust in God's love for me, and for all. The deeper I go, the more I see how I fail. Things that seemed to be small matters when younger, now become bigger events because I understand in some small way how unloving actions cause harm to all, including me. We build off of our choices, so each day moving forward towards becoming more loving is essential.
When I fail, I have learned from hard experience (I am a slow learner), that turning in on myself is a waste of time and energy.
When I was a young monk (1983), I was at the bed of Br. Hugh, he was around 90 years old. I was feeding him supper. He looked at me and said, "Where did the time go". I was astounded at such a statement, he was almost 90 after all. Now I understand, and will perhaps understand even more if I live to be 90.--Br.MD