Time waits for no one but as of late it appears I have been waiting on time. Waiting for people near me, waiting for my sports car to get out of the shop of which I crinkled the driver's door, waiting to go to my sister's, waiting to go to Iowa when my g/f begins her chemotherapy. Time is passing and as I wait I realize the days gone by in younger years how I waited for no one; life was life and ever so active, I barely had time to breath! It was a wonderful time in my life that went by ever so quickly and possibly because I had so many things going at once, I didn't have time to enjoy it as much as I could have had it not been.
And of course that great saying, "life is a journey, not a destination" is so very true indeed. The destination is the grave and beyond which I believe will be awesome, but being selfish as most of us are, I am in no hurry to go beyond the grave just yet.
Roses are each full of many petals, layers of petals, and life is a resemblance of such. We each have friends (hopefully) that make up our roses and in our journey through life, our rose loses a few petals along the way, the tender small ones fall more quickly than the larger stronger petals. Yet even those smaller petals of the rose make an impression and create the beauty of the rose that without them, the color, size, and depth would not nearly be as impressive. In time, the rose loses all the petals and then a new rose bud forms and bursts forth with new beauty. I see that as different chapters in each of our lives. The old rose and petals are gone, and we can choose to hang on to what "was" or grab hold of new opportunities and ideas and cherish the new journey now created. There may be sadness, disappointment, grief, even anger when the previous rose is gone; but learning to take what was good, leaving the bad, gives the new rose a brighter aura we can view.
Looking forward to fall coming opens new ideas and opportunities. Realizing no longer to wait for "someone to bring me flowers" as they are fading away. To allow myself to be sad, disappointed, grieve what I might have wanted for my summer, yes, but then to move forward not allowing inaction's of others or my expectations of others to cloud my fall flowers coming my way. It is a choice, a decision. And if we are lonely, it is up to we ourselves to find our own journey to find alternatives so that we no longer feel anything but love, hope, and joy for the days to come.
