Someone recently asked my how old I will be this year.
When the number popped into my head, I must admit to a certain overwhelming sense of panic. Not about being older or any of those things (though I imagine I will feel some of those, too) but about the time. Time, I think, is our most precious resource. Yet we have no clue how much of it we have. So each minute, every hour, that day and the one over there, too, are precious. I'd like to hoard mine. But that's the thing - you absolutely MUST spend it. It's all in the how.
Whyte's words are a billboard of how I want to spend mine - in brave participation, wild generosity and robust vulnerability. But I am also deeply human (flawed, awkward, sensitive, sometimes crabby and all the things humanness entails) and sometimes I am not so brave, not so generous, not so open. I (gently) remind myself to do better.
So far, I wake up each day with another to spend. Glorious, isn't it?