Tuesday, August 18, 2020

"Life Is Like A Roll Of Toilet Paper"

Seems sort of unusual for a title of a blog, but bear with me. By this, by the way, I don't mean that it's to be hoarded--as many people began to do with this pandemic. Nor do I mean that it's important and not to be wasted--although that is true as well.

When we're young, we don't give a thought to our mortality. We're bulletproof, our whole life lies before us, and there's no time to think of what comes later. It's not until we get toward the end of that span that we think more seriously of what our life has meant--especially to others.

Lest you think that I'm suffering from some incurable disease, let me assure you that, other than the things that come with advancing years, I'm still sound. But every once in a while--no matter our age--it never hurts to think about what has gone thus far. In interviewing prospective individuals applying to our residency program, I sort of liked to bring them up short by asking them to summarize their own obituary in just a few words. At that age and stage of life, it was good for many of them to think of the years ahead of them and give thought to how those would be spent.

So, whatever your age, remember that your life is like a roll of toilet paper. And the closer you get to the end, the faster it seems to go. That's what I mean by this title.

PS--Tim Allen says that life is what happens between trips to the emergency room. Your thoughts?


Patricia Bradley said...

I agree with Tim Allen. lol. And this blog. You're so right with the analogy of toilet paper. The smaller the roll, the faster it goes and life is definitely like that. Take Christmas for example. When we were kids, Christmas seemed like it would NEVER come, especially from Thanksgiving until the 24th. Time dragged. But now...blink twice January 1 and it's December again. lol

Gail H. said...

I have a plaque hanging in my RV. I bought it after I fell out the door and broke my leg. “Falling Down Is Part Of Life, Getting Back Up Is Living”.

Richard Mabry said...

Patricia, You're right about how fast they go. I dread July (lots of birthdays) and the days between Thanksgiving and New Years (they go by so fast).

Gail, your plaque is right on the money. And my wife especially likes the "falling down" part--that may be why she no longer lets me get on a ladder.