My Life Examined

LIFE IS A RELAY ...

As I ponder on my 66 yrs. of existence, I came to the conclusion that the World is just like one big oval stadium. Some people are running, some are getting ready to run and some are sitting on the bleachers cheering and clapping. 

And we are on the tracks right now, running the relay of life. 

Yes, Life is a relay, you run and at the end of your distance, you pass the baton to your children and then your children to their children, and so on and so on till generations to come. 

I noticed that some runs very fast, never looking at their surroundings, never hearing the cheers; all they have in mind is to reach the finish line.

Some seems to be taking their time walking, smiling at the cheerers and enjoying their run never minding the distance.

Some stumble and fall and while others get up and run again, others just quit the run.


MY RUN . . .


I may have run thru life very fast and stumbled so many times, but despite the bruises and the scars of life, I got up and ran again.

Yes, I got up and ran again; I did not quit the run.

Life’s relay is done on tracks that are adorned with obstacles and where everyone is obliged to run and jump over the hurdles.  No one really knows the reason why but some tracks have few, some aplenty, some are hard to tackle and some are easy; along the way some would trip and fall. 
              

REFLECTION...


So long a time, so many years gone by, so many things I had not seen and had not done. It seems like, somewhere and sometimes, I was running half blind.  

I can almost see my finish line now. My children are now alongside me ready to receive the family’s baton, giving me support and encouragement to run the few more miles to the finish line.

Tired and weary I may be I am glad that my children are with me. Encouraging words like;

“You can do it mom”
“You still have your brains mom”
pushes me up.

Yes indeed, I still have my brains. My bones maybe aching, and my skin sagging, but my mind is still healthy and fit to run.

I will let my mind do the running then.

But this time I will make sure it will be a beautiful run, a dilly-dallying run; a run that is full of laughter and of gratitude. 

A run with time to pause and smell the flowers,  dance with the wind,  bask in the warmth of the sun, enjoy the tingling sensation of the raindrops….and when the night comes, I will take time to look at the sky and see the twinkling stars and enjoy the soothing moonlight.

Ah … so many things to thank God for; not only for the family, friends, neighbors, and relatives but also for the sun, the moon, the wind, the water and the earth and everything else that grows on it. I was so engrossed with my run; I had not fully savor the goodness of God’s creations. I am glad I still have that chance.



WHEN MY RUN ENDS…


And when my run ends, when I cannot run anymore, when even my mind seems to falter, stumble, and get lost, when I start to forget things and events, I will then pass the baton to the next of my generation and sit in the bleacher and watch them run.

What a view it would be to see my reflection on the generation that comes after me. Only through their run will I know if indeed, I ran a good run. I hope that they too, will see and enjoy the beauty of the stadium and run the relay with fun.

And I hope, I will have fun sitting in the bleacher too, to cheer and to clap for my runners when they do something laudable and to bow my head in prayer when they fall. 

Maybe, when I am lucky, I would be munching popcorn and drinking coffee’that my runners paid for. 

But before I pass the baton, I would like to tell my children this;

Life is a series of obstacles where everyone has to run and jump the hurdles. Along the way some would trip and fall, if you do, no matter how painful it is, you have to get up, run again, and do your share to the evolution of life.
             
And when someone trips and fall, stop ... and extend a helping hand. It does not matter if you don’t get to the finish line first, there is no finish line; Life’s relay has no ending. The only thing that matters is … you finish your run.




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