The brother of a friend of mine wrote this - it sums up a lot of my attitudes, so with their permission I have "stolen" it:
I’ve just been reminded that, while in our heads we are halfway
through the book of our lives with many blank pages yet to be filled, we
are Infact, every day,
on the last page.
No further pages exist for tomorrow, only plans and hopes for a continued story.
We have no idea if our book will be thick or thin, only that as each day passes, another page is added.
If we live for the things we want, the houses, the cars, the holidays,
then we spend all our time living for a story yet to be written on pages
that don’t exist.
If we live every day for what we love and believe, every page is filled with our efforts.
Every page is rich.
A thick book doesn’t mean a better story or a thinner book a story
unfinished. The quality of the story is determined by the spiritual
quality of our life; in love; in effort; in making the most of what we
have on the pages we write today.
And at the end of the day,
thanking God for the pages we’ve had and acknowledging that it’s his
power, not ours that will give us another day and another page tomorrow.
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Many thanks to Rachel Bown and David Thomas