Yesterday, my
brother and I returned from Denver where we spent the Thanksgiving holiday with our “baby
brother,” Danny.
It sounds familiar, but the time really did fly by. There were
moments where I really appreciated the fleeting nature of this life, but the actual minutes as I listened to my brothers laugh and trade barbs. 'It doesn’t
seem fair in a way that it all must end some day,' I thought.
Yet, if it weren’t
for life’s all-too-brief makeup we might never dream, strive, or,
dare. We are in some perverse way motivated by our own mortality.
And if we aren't we sure ought to be.
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