Ob-la-di, ob-la-da (or “Life goes on”)…

life goes on    Like Robert Frost, if I’ve learned any lesson in almost 54 years of living, it is indeed this:  life goes on…

…no matter what.

Even if the “what” is death…

…life goes on.

The sun rises and sets (at least I think it rises – I live in Oregon); the seconds, minutes, and hours tick by on the clock; the calendar pages turn; time drags on or flies by or sometimes does both at the same time. And with all of that “going on” that life does, I have choice to either go on with it, despite it, because of it, or all of the above.

I spent so much of my adult life waiting for that great thing that I thought was just around the corner – that thing that would make life complete; that thing that would mean I’d arrived; that thing that would make every other thing in my world just right. What an epiphany (sidebar: a good therapist is worth her weight in gold!) it was a few years ago to learn that “that thing” was right here all along – that “that thing” was my life, the life I was already living. There was no – there IS no – “just around the corner”. Life is here. It is now. It is today. It is this moment. And, yes, it goes on. It moves into another moment, another “now”, another “today”. Life goes on.

So I will too….

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da

Advertisements

About Barbara Curtis

"It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end." ~ Hemingway
This entry was posted in growing older, life lessons, perseverance, Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Ob-la-di, ob-la-da (or “Life goes on”)…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s