It’s all about breathing in and out for decades, something that happens to us quite naturally. We can take no credit for this and it’s not complicated, until it stops, of course, or struggles to continue. All we have to do, as out heart beats and our lungs fill and empty a thousand times a day, is to get on with living.
Ah, you might say. That’s the rub. My life is so much harder than just breathing in and out and getting on with things. My circumstances, you see…..well, life is not simple at all.
Yes, I say, it is. It may not be easy, but it is simple, and then I draw back in case I get swiped, because why?
Because people love to complicate things, all things and especially their own things.
I know people who have come through cancer and people who have not come through. I am not one of them. Therefore my life is a breeze.
I know people who have lost a child. I have not. Therefore my life is a breeze.
I know someone disabled, paralised, in prison,bereaved,destitute and hungry.
I am none of them. Therefore….etc
At Jenny’s funeral yesterday, I listened to the tributes. I counted 250 at least in the church. I caught the sparkle of a woman who refused to moan, although, believe me, she had plenty of reason to. In fact, she had absolutely no time at all for moaners.
On the way to the church, down winding country lanes, I saw a land rover parked in a driveway. Across the top of the windscreen the words in bold black said this:-
ONE LIFE. LIVE IT.
Short or long it is the same for us all, as far as we know, although one friend whose family are fisherfolk, plans to return as a crack shot seagull.
Whatever our piddling ailments, our list of miniature disasters, we were born with laughter in our hearts and we all know it.
We might consider laughing more and particularly at ourselves.