Choice

We live this life but once
It is what we make it
Hard, cold, short and bitter
All is a choice
Everything
Once we understand this truth
Life also becomes what we wish for
Forgiving, warm, long and loving
Do not wait for the stop sign
Pause while the choice is yours to make
Smell the rose now lest it be your last
For all life now will end
Let us choose the path it follows
And in turn the quality it can achieve

I met a fellow that I see once a year at a conference in Toronto. Last year he didn't feel so well at the last conference and had to leave early. Little did I know until this year that that was the beginning of a fight for his life against a strain of flesh eating disease, I cannot recall which one. After five weeks in intensive care, four months in the hospital he has a different view of what is important.

This gives me more than pause for thought.


Jeff.