Nothing in Life is certain.
When I was young I dreamed big dreams,
but most of them came to nothing.
I also presumed that life would be long,
like my grandparents was.
Then my father got sick,
and I watched him die,
and life changed.
For a time I could not be happy.
My fathers untimely death,
shook my world.
I was no longer sure of anything.
I felt it robbed me of a future.
Not just a future with my Dad,
but my own future,
the idea that I would have one.
Time marched on,
and despite my worries,
I came to realize I was wrong.
Having children allowed me a rethink.
I may not have a future,
but I did have a life.
Instead of thinking there may be no tomorrow,
I began to really understand,
the miracle of today.
Every minute of the day is a gift.
My husband thinks this is a very pessimistic way to live.
He sees it as waiting for disaster.
I see it as thankful for today.
I am not sure which of us appreciates life more,
Personally I think I do.
For he is happy to take each day as it comes,
I on the other hand,
am happy to live each day as it comes.
A subtle but significant difference.