The Chicago Cubs won the World Series last night.
Coyote has caught up to Road Runner; Charlie Brown has finally kicked the football into the air.
The Wrigley curse, age 108; the Lord Voldemort of curses, is dead.
Long live the King!
The stories speak for themselves, and at the core of each is a common truth: Nothing lasts, all is impermanent, in time everything ceases to be.
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After the joy of winning, once the hangover headaches have ceased
and the identity of “winner” has become familiar, for many the days of the curse will be remembered fondly, sentimentally, in a uniquely wistful “remember when . . .” way.
If these unexpected reminders arise, attention should be paid to them.
They are deeply woven threads in the fabric . . . your fabric.
As are all the places, people, events and moments of your life.
Those that are here today will change, mature and evolve, and then one day be no longer. As is true for you.
Casey Stengel, at 75, put it this way:
“Most of the people my age is dead. You could look it up.”
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Be kind.
Treasure the opportunities for love each moment presents.
There will come many days for remembering . . . visiting memories; now is the time to make those memories as sweet and precious and beautiful as you’d like them to be . . . again, they are your fabric.
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We elders have learned a thing or two along the way.
Walter Cronkite, late in life, joked about it in his ‘rules for old men’:
“Never trust a fart. Never pass up a drink. Never ignore an erection.”
Nothing lasts, all is impermanent, in time everything ceases to be.
Even 108-year old baseball curses.
Here’s to you, old dears:
Take notice.
Every moment matters.
Embrace responsibility.
Love.
Embrace closeness.
Cultivate caring.
-Neither grief or a broken heart, or fear, precludes you from doing this.