Then twelve years later, you graduate from high school, and again no one says, “enjoy these days, some day you’ll be 60.” They instead send congratulations, cards, checks, and wish you well on your continued studies.
Four more years of school, you think you know so much. The future is YOURS. No one takes you aside and whispers, “be careful with these days, some day you’ll be 60.” Even if they did, you would guffaw and think, “I have my whole life ahead of me.”
Then you turn around, and your baby is going to kindergarten. You send her off with a hug and a kiss and a “have fun.” Turn around again and you are driving her to college in another state. “Be careful, do well. We love you.” Another turn and you are welcoming a new grandchild into this world. Turn around one more time, and there it is: you are 60. What happened?
You were so busy living life, you didn’t keep track of the years flying by. No one offered the advice that 60 would be here some day. As the train whistle blew, coming down the track, getting closer, though, you knew. You knew that there was no going back, that each day was precious, that life was not a dress rehearsal. You started handing out that advice to younger people: Don’t fret over what will happen, enjoy what is happening. Do more, see more. Don’t wait until you’re older to do things. You may not get older. Or, you may one day be 60 and wonder where the days went. What did you miss as you flew through the day, heading for the next one, and the next one…