Time is wasting.

Today I got word that someone who helped us on our home died unexpectedly. He had turned into a friend as he lived at our house for about a month while he transformed it into a beautiful paradise of trees, flowers and vines. He literally made our dirt patch into a garden and while doing it brought the life back into this house. He did all of this with a smile and with huge integrity. He said what he meant and followed through.

I want to say when I look at the blooms this spring I will be reminded of him and find some sort of peace. But right now I just feel cheated like his family must feel. A good person has left this world too soon and in doing so leaves a wife and three children who have a huge hole where his heart used to reside.

I don't feel like giving lame advice like time is ticking dumb ass so get moving on your dreams and yet it does make me think of time in a new way. Our lives have to be pretty good to discuss the minutia and once they aren't we suddenly realize the particles don't matter and it was all about the space this entire time. What is the space I want to create around myself and what impact do I want to have? Now that is something worth spending your time on.