With the advent of every new year, I
have the greatest of hopes – that life will get better and things will get easier.
That relationships will become more meaningful and that I will be happier. Lots
of hopes and aspirations – in the future.
But recently when I reflected on this,
I realized that every year I am also growing older. Every year my parents are
getting more frail. The children are growing up and will one day start their own
lives – separate lives.
And
while that brings in hopes for more joy, there is also a feeling of sadness in
that.
And who know where I will be tomorrow?
What kind of things will come my way? Will I even be there to enjoy it?
I am forever looking to the future. Or
at greener pastures. That I sometimes forget to really look at the present.
That maybe this is when my life is
truly at its best. That things are the easiest. That my relationships are truly
meaningful.
Maybe
this really is as good as it gets.
