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As you’re all more than well aware, David Bowie passed away at the age of 69 on Monday. Cancer. His widow, Iman shared a quote from, I believe, Dr. Seuss that read — “Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”
I am constantly amazed at how people float through life, guarded and afraid, unaware of how short each incarnation on this rock truly is.
Bowie was larger than life, flamboyant and fearless. He was constantly reimagining himself and was a true magician, molding and shaping the world as he saw fit.
Far too few of us realize what precious little time we have. We mire ourselves in the minutiae of the day-to-day grind, forgetting to take a breath and revel in this wondrous gift we’ve been given.
We hold on to disappointment, resentment, jealousy, hate, and fear. So much wasted energy. So many wasted moments.
I’m going to let you in on a little secret: you’re going to die and when you do you will regret every single wasted sunset, every missed opportunity to tell someone how much you love them… unless you wake up, embrace the world around you, and value the gift you’ve been given.
Today marks 50 weeks since Brent passed. I’m thinking this morning of us sitting by the White River in winter, with our long-stemmed briarwood pipes. I was smoking a Black Forest blend while Brent favored a combination of vanilla and rum. Ice hung from the trees in long strands and everything glistened like we were in another world.
We were discussing metaphysical things, as we were wont to do, and I remember Brent’s trademark smirk and eyebrow raise as he said, “This might all be an illusion, but it’s a damn good one.”
And it is a damn good one… as good as we’re willing to make it.
Life is short. If you’re not invested in living it then it’s time you started. Value each and every moment and bloody well get down to the business of making lasting memories.
The ride is almost over. Make the most of it.