I found this picture in an old photo album of my now deceased grandmother. She may be a distant relative of mine, like a great great aunt or something. It appears to be a picture of a girl in high school, probably a senior, from 1929. If she were alive today she'd be about 110.
In this picture she was so full of life. And her life was just beginning. She had her whole life in front of her. I'm sure if you had asked her she would have said she had plenty of time to live, the time of her death was so far of.
That girl is now dead and has been for quite some time.
This picture just struck me. It made me realize how fleeting life is, how quickly it goes by, how easily it passes from our grasp and how powerless we are to stop its flow to its ultimate conclusion.
This is all our fates. It's the one thing we all share in equally. We will all pass from this ground we inhabit so freely today. Our lives are only borrowed. A perpetual debt we owe the universe in which we've been borne.
"Death is the debt that all people pay"
In this picture she was so full of life. And her life was just beginning. She had her whole life in front of her. I'm sure if you had asked her she would have said she had plenty of time to live, the time of her death was so far of.
That girl is now dead and has been for quite some time.
This picture just struck me. It made me realize how fleeting life is, how quickly it goes by, how easily it passes from our grasp and how powerless we are to stop its flow to its ultimate conclusion.
This is all our fates. It's the one thing we all share in equally. We will all pass from this ground we inhabit so freely today. Our lives are only borrowed. A perpetual debt we owe the universe in which we've been borne.
"Death is the debt that all people pay"