5RT One morning, I had to have some additional tests. The required
machines were located in a building at the opposite end of the hospital, so I had to be wheeled across the courtyard in a chair. As we emerged from our unit, the sunlight hit me. That's all there was to my experience. Just the light of the sun. And yet how beautiful it was ¡ª how warming; how sparkling; how brilliant!
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6RT I looked to see whether anyone else relished the sun's golden
glow, but everyone was hurrying to and fro, most with eyes fixed on the ground. Then I remembered how often I, too, had been indifferent to the grandeur of each day, too preoccupied with petty and sometimes even mean concerns to respond to the great beauty of it all.
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7RT The insight gleaned from that experience is really as
commonplace as was the experience itself: life's gifts are precious ¡ª but we are too careless of them.
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8RT Here then is the first pole of life's paradoxical demands on us:
Never too busy for the wonder and the awe of life. Be respectful before each dawning day. Embrace each hour. Seize each golden minute.
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9RT Hold fast to life, but not so fast that you cannot let go. This is the
second side of life's coin, the opposite pole of its paradox: we must accept our losses, and learn how to let go.
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10RT This is not an easy lesson to learn, especially when we are
young and think that the world is ours to command, that whatever we desire with the full force of our passion can, and will be ours. But then life moves along to confront us with realities, and slowly but surely this second truth dawns upon us.
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11RT At every stage of life we sustain losses ¡ª and grow in the
process. We begin our independent lives only when we come to this world. We enter schools, then we leave our mothers and fathers and our childhood homes. We get married and have children and then have to let them go. We confront the death of our parents and our spouses. We face the gradual or not so gradual weakening of our own strength. And ultimately, we must confront the inevitability of our own death, losing ourselves, as it were, all that we were or dreamed to be.
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12RT But why should we be reconciled to life's contradictory demands?
Why fashion things of beauty when beauty is short-lived? Why give our heart in love when those we love will ultimately be torn from our grasp?
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13RT In order to resolve this paradox, we must seek a wider
perspective, viewing our lives as through windows that open on
eternity. Once we do that, we realize that though our lives are finite, our deeds on earth weave a timeless pattern.
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14RT Life is never just being. It is becoming, a relentless flowing on.
Our parents live on through us, and we will live on through our children. The institutions we build endure, and we will endure through them. The beauty we fashion cannot be dimmed by death. Our flesh may perish, our hands will wither, but the beauty and goodness and truth they create live on for all time to come.
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15RT Don't spend and waste your lives accumulating objects that will
only turn to dust and ashes. Pursue not so much the material as the ideal, for ideals alone invest life with meaning and are of enduring worth.
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16RT Add love to a house and you have a home. Add righteousness to
a city and you have a community. Add truth to a pile of red brick and you have a school. Add justice to the far-flung round of human
endeavor and you have civilization. Put them all together, elevate them above their present imperfections, add to them the vision of
humankind redeemed, forever free of need and conflict and you have a future lighted with the radiant colors of hope.
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