As the days go by and the years are collected, there seems to be never enough.
There seems to be never enough time to be with the ones who dearly love me. I watch them in the passing of time and notice their bodies become brittle with age and their minds become riddled with a lifetime of labor and trials. They speak often of their glory days. They teach many things worth remembering that few hear but many would be enriched by if only they would listen. I watch others who are growing up so fast, just day ago seemingly have they transitioned from infants to be cuddled and rocked but now are adults in their own right. There seems to be never enough time to catch up on all the changes that came with the passage of time.
There seems to be never enough money to buy the things that would make their life easier. Many are the trips to the doctors and the pharmacists and with each trip, there is the slow drainage of their resources. Many are the trips to the home improvement stores. Many are the trips to the department stores looking for shoes that are comfortable and clothes that fit. There seems to be never enough money to buy the things that I know that would bring them comfort and peace of mind.
There seems to be never enough words of affirmation and touches of love. Each broadcast of the news foretells impending doom. Each ring of the phone brings telemarketers capitalizing on fear and insecurity. Each holiday reminds them that this might be their last. There seems to be never enough words and touches that can be shared to keep them mindful of a full life they have now.
As the days go by and the years are collected, it may seem as if there is never enough, for there is always more yet needed again. But as I look to today and not tomorrow, what I have to offer today is sufficient for the present if only in the present I wholly give myself.