Please reply back with your answers to this question and any commentary you have on the below:
Someone asked me this question just last night.
His answer: Time. Hmmmmm….he has a point. Only the very young, perhaps the mentally defective and yes….perhaps the very old are unaware of the passage of time. It is what so many of us desire more of. For many people, it is what we fear losing more than anything apart from life itself.
There is no certain amount allotted to us. Each moment that passes for us is not a promise fulfilled. It is nothing short of a Godsend. We cannot count on future time. It is not ours until the moment is already passing us by. Now that is a precious and elusive commodity.
It seems to me, the only time that we really “have” is that which we already spent. That is ours for the keeping. Even that alone without the promise of future moments may count as the most precious thing.
This fine gentleman, however, referred to the preciousness of future moments and the need to allocate time wisely and not waste it frivolously.
My answer (and I didn’t hesitate even a moment): Love. I don’t mean romance. I mean the force in life that drives you to reach out to other human beings, whether it’s your kids, spouse, aunt, uncle, cousin, brother, sister, friend, colleague, mother, father, nephew, niece, neighbor, the lady selling flowers by the side of the road, the small child who is either happy or sad…
The closest definition I can give you for my meaning of love is a cross between human compassion, connecting with others on any level, and the desire and will to uplift or share what’s inside you with those whom you come into contact with. It can be anywhere from the very deepest level to a mere superficial nicety.
Without that, I can’t imagine life. Without that I don’t know if I want more time.
Here are some runners up that come to mind:
Hope: with even a flicker of hope, one can find a reason to go on in life. If lost, how can one continue to exist? It is a stated fact in many a suicide note that the person felt hopeless. So perhaps this trumps all others in importance?
Health: life without health can be not worth living…it is well documented and not uncommon that people opt out at a certain point of deteriorated health, so is this the most precious commodity?.
Life itself: our creation from conception to death and if you so believe, beyond.
Our creative faculty: it is our ability to learn, grow and create that breathes purpose into our life. Without this, then what?
All I can say is that I am happy we have all of these ingredients inside us that are so easy to forget and take for granted. There is that to be thankful for.
Your thoughts, dear people.