I don't mean for this thread to become a place for jokes or a repository for memes or things you've found on Facebook.
You don't have to hold a doctorate in philosophy to have philosophical thoughts, and if you're anything like me, you've found that you're having more of them now that you're no longer pursuing a hundred other things that seemed important at the time.
As I grow older and so many people in my life whom I had taken for granted have died or otherwise moved on without me, I have come to realize that so many of the things that I spent my life seeking don't matter nearly as much as relationships.
By relationships, I mean relationships with family or with people who really matter to you, and to whom you matter, or may once have mattered.
There were times in my life when I labeled anyone who I enjoyed being with, and who seemed to enjoy spending time with me, as friends, but the majority of these weren't people who would visit me when I was in the hospital, call to check on me if they hadn't seen me in a while, or keep in touch after one of us had moved.
When I say this, I am not criticizing these people because I have been that to others. We were acquaintances, not friends, and while there's nothing wrong with acquaintances, they don't really matter in your life.
As I grow older, I have come to realize, often too late, that I haven't always acted as if the people who really mattered in my life mattered. I took them for granted, or assumed they'd always be there when I found time for them again.
This was no great epiphany; rather, it has been something that has hit me over the head when, one by one, so many of those who have meant the most to me are no longer here, either through death or because one or the other of us simply got too busy with things that didn't really matter in the long run, and we left each other behind.
You don't have to hold a doctorate in philosophy to have philosophical thoughts, and if you're anything like me, you've found that you're having more of them now that you're no longer pursuing a hundred other things that seemed important at the time.
As I grow older and so many people in my life whom I had taken for granted have died or otherwise moved on without me, I have come to realize that so many of the things that I spent my life seeking don't matter nearly as much as relationships.
By relationships, I mean relationships with family or with people who really matter to you, and to whom you matter, or may once have mattered.
There were times in my life when I labeled anyone who I enjoyed being with, and who seemed to enjoy spending time with me, as friends, but the majority of these weren't people who would visit me when I was in the hospital, call to check on me if they hadn't seen me in a while, or keep in touch after one of us had moved.
When I say this, I am not criticizing these people because I have been that to others. We were acquaintances, not friends, and while there's nothing wrong with acquaintances, they don't really matter in your life.
As I grow older, I have come to realize, often too late, that I haven't always acted as if the people who really mattered in my life mattered. I took them for granted, or assumed they'd always be there when I found time for them again.
This was no great epiphany; rather, it has been something that has hit me over the head when, one by one, so many of those who have meant the most to me are no longer here, either through death or because one or the other of us simply got too busy with things that didn't really matter in the long run, and we left each other behind.