At the funeral today of the wonderful Lucy, I sat in the pew pondering what really is the point of life?

We are born, wishing our time away until we can be a grown up and do grown up things

We leave home and have to work to pay for basic needs

We then have families which need our time

We then start losing the people around us

We then stop working and look forward to retirement…and so often we die!

We seem to spend all our lives believing that enjoyment is just round the corner ?

So it begs the question when do we truly live! I can think of moments, I can think of days but I am not sure that I have ever put the enjoyment of life at the centre of my world or the world of those around me.

How sad is that…..how can we ensure that the only celebration of life is NOT at our funeral. Maybe it is just because I feel that sense of loss today, maybe I am fighting for that meaning to my world, maybe it is because I never truly feel anything but an outsider, maybe it is a combination….

Maybe I just need to start living….

Post from: Widows Quest