Latter Day Sinner

We are all rushing toward death. Some days I can feel that more than others. The ride hasn’t been a gentle one for me. It’s always something. Perhaps I am not an outlier. Everyone works and everyone worries. I should not make that into a competition but I usually do. My life hasn’t been bad but it certainly could have been better. It certainly can be better. But I struggle with what that will look like. My time is getting shorter. Everyone I love is getting older. It just seems faster today than usual.