I went to Shenandoah National Park 3 times in 2016, and was struck by this wall and the things growing in it.
Today I was reminded of this image.
There is hope and determination in these plants.
What is now almost a couple weeks ago, I had an experience that has stuck with me, and has had a strong impact on the way I see things, and the way I reflect on the choices I have made.
Life is not a sure thing. Tomorrow is not a given. But we live like both are guarenteed to happen every morning when we wake up.
I got a glimpse in to something truer, briefly. Part of me is afraid that this new insight will fade away, and I will go blissfully on expecting to get a chance to do more, to live another day, when really today is the day to live in.
What do you think? Do you take tomorrow for granted?