By Melissa Hart
I’m sitting on my patio on a cool Arizona morning, drinking my tea and observing my yard. The birds are active, lizards are scurrying about, and the occasional rabbit gets under the fence, or perhaps there’s a nest under the shed.
Some mornings I’m thinking about the details of the day ahead, but today my mind wanders to deeper things.
I’ve watched the seasons go by from my spot on the patio. Birds come and go. Plants grow, get big and need to be trimmed. Nature continues on and it kes no difference if we’re here or not. It moves forward with no regard to our situation, our desires or our fears.
Time goes on.
We are currently stuck at home. Time passes; sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Some of us have family and friends nearby, some at a distance. Some of us have none at all. Some welcome alone time; some dread it.
This event is a fraction, a speck of our lives. Our lives are but a speck in history. Who will remember us? Have we made a difference? Will we make a difference? Will future humans look at our remains and relics and speculate about us?
Time is measured in eons. In geologic time the continents move imperceptibly. Glaciers come and go. Earthquakes happen. Floods, fire. The land changes in the present as it has in the past.
The dinosaurs wandered the earth for millions of years. Did they ponder their existence? Then the earth changed and they were gone. The earth was different, but life continued.
We have changed the face of the earth, too, for growth and survival and also by ignorance and greed. We have fought nature, but nature eventually adapts and continues.
Time goes on.
In reality, the future is always uncertain, except for this: We are here. We grow old. We pass on to whoever or whatever our next stop is. If we are lucky we have known joy, contentment, love. We have made a difference to someone. We found meaning in our lives.
My hope is that humans will eventually coexist with each other and with nature. But the world will exist with or without us. The future is always there, whatever part we play in it.
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