While vacationing in New Hampshire this month, I attended a play at a summer playhouse called The Peterborough Players. The walkway leading up to the playhouse was made of cobblestones engraved with names and dates of donors—one of which caught my eye and read,
It goes by fast.
I stopped in my tracks and in a flash a wave of “Holy S*#@$,” passed through me. It goes by fast, I thought. My life is flying by. What am I doing? Am I living fully?
I looked at my beautiful seventeen-year-old daughter. “Holy S*#@$,” I thought, she is almost out the door! I will be fifty in a few years! I looked at my wonderful in-laws sailing through their seventies and thought, “Holy S*#@$, they are getting older!”
It goes by fast.
Some wise soul paid to put a special reminder on that pathway and surely thousands have walked over it. Perhaps only a few ever paused to see this powerful message. I feel fortunate enough to have allowed its whisper to find my ear that night. It penetrated my soul and, in a sense, woke me up out of my slumber.
Our lives go by fast. Why do we dwell on drama and clench our fists so often? Why do we hold ourselves back? Why do we care so much about what others think? Why do we hold onto our opinions so tightly that it tenses our faces?
In a blink of an eye, our children grow up and leave the nest. Why don’t we take the time to lay down in the grass with them to look at the stars? I could go on and on about how not to miss “your one wild and precious life.” I would share this message across the globe for the rest of my life if it would help one person receive the gift I did on that beautiful evening in New Hampshire.
Life is precious. Don’t miss a moment of it not experiencing your profound brilliance. Remember, it goes by fast.