Our Town by Thornton Wilder

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I just finished reading “Our Town,” by Thornton Wilder.  There is a passage at the end of the play that really struck me.

Emily has died in childbirth and her spirit is wondering about.  She does not want to remain in her grave, but wishes to relive one day of her life.  Unfortunately, this proves to be so painful for her that she returns to her grave.  That’s when Simon Stimson says,

Yes, now you know.  Now you know!  That’s what it was to be alive.  To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down  trampling on the feeling of those…of those about you.  To spend and wast time as though you had a million years.  To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion, or another.  Now know – that’s the happy existence you wanted to go back to.  Ignorance and blindness.

Life is short and we are often to busy to enjoy it.  Whatever you are doing today, take time to enjoy the moment.

 

Everything Can Change in a Second

What can happen in a second?

  • A baby can take their first breath of life
  • A bullet can leave a gun, zoom through the air, and destroy a life
  • A smile can brighten someone’s day and lift their spirits
  • Expressing gratitude can make someone feel special
  • A harsh word, spoken in anger, can break a person’s spirit
  • A hug can bring heeling and peace to a troubled soul

A lot can happen in a second.  We can bring heeling, peace, and love to others.  We can also create destruction, agony, and death.  Every second matters, so use them wisely.

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Milestones into Adulthood

Growing up I looked forward to achieving certain milestones, because it meant I was entering adulthood.  It seemed like it would take forever for me to get a driver’s license, finish high school, and get my own car.  I counted down the years for what seemed like eternity.

However, I achieved those milestones about thirty years ago.  It boggles my mind how much time has passed.  I am now watching my niece become an adult and she too has achieved those milestones.

It just doesn’t feel right.  It seems strange somehow.  Do you know what I mean?

 

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Time Poetry

Time
Time is fleeting
A memory leaving
You are left wondering
Where was it going
Time flies fast
Moments never last
Memories like a cast
In the mind a blast
Until the cast brakes
The memories are fake
Time never comes back
Time there is a lack
Your time has finished
Memories are destroyed
Life is complicated
New life, new memories replicated
It is the circle of things
For one the death toll rings
For another life springs
It’s a mystery what time brings

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