Monday, August 21, 2006

The Time(s) of Our Lives

Just the other day, one of my 50-something co-workers said to me, “The 70’s were the best time of my life.”

Huh?   Is his life over?  Or is it so bad now that he is looking back nostalgically at what was a good time for him?

Who can say that they have had the “best time of their life” when their life isn’t over?   I’ve had a lot of good times, and a lot of bad times, and a lot that fall in between…but the “best” time?   I don’t know.   I could rate what’s happened to me so far, and come up with a favorite or “best” time, but how do I know that it is the best time of my life?

Maybe on my deathbed I’ll be able to make that comparison, and point to a time that was best…since nothing else good will be coming my way if I’m dying.   But to do that now, at 47?   Can’t do it.

The best time of my life may still be yet to come…and I wouldn’t want to miss it because I thought that the best had already been.  

The jury’s still out on this one…and I’m in no hurry to be knocking at Death’s door—and wondering simultaneously just what my best time had been.

Live each day to the fullest, and maybe at the end of your life, you’ll be able to look back and say to yourself:  “Those were the best times—my life!”

And so it goes…

1 comment:

The Bard said...

"The best is yet to come". There are memories that are precious, that create a sense of nostalgia, but would we have that same sense if were able to return to those days? It's like visiting the "old" neighborhood, which I did a few years back. Went to an aunts funeral in Chicasgo, where I was born and raised. Made the mistake of going back to the "old" neighborhood. The only things still standing from those days of yore was the grade school I attended, and one multi storied corner building housing not apartments, but flats as we knew them, and a store on the first floor. Everything else had been torn down and replaced by condos. Not the "wonderful" walk down memory lane that I had hoped for. There are somethings better left in our memories. I'm alive, in fairly good health at 73...these are the best years of my life.