Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, “Wow what a ride!” Hunter S. Thompson.
And so it is. Yesterday I attended the funeral of a good friend’s mum. As I hugged my mate before the service started she said: ‘Parties, weddings, baptisms and now funerals’ and held on tight. It’s simply the circle of life but hell, it’s a short one. Time marches on and stops for no-one and nothing but we are never more reminded about our own vulnerability than at a funeral. Warren Buffet the American billionaire has said as he slides towards his 90th year: ‘I can’t buy time and I can’t buy love’. And he is right. You cannot buy either. Everything else is pretty much fair game if you have 87 billion like he does.
As we descended upon the footpath after the service standing solemnly as the hearse pulled away a friend said: ‘It’s a good reminder to just get in there and have a go. Leave nothing on the table’. And he is right. Leave nothing on the table. Start that business, undertake that course. Go on that holiday. Spend time with those you love. We have one shot at the title so lets make it a good one and as the famous line suggests: ‘Don’t die with the music in you’.