Life runs by at a quick pace.  It takes a lot of work and energy to keep up with it.  Day after day I follow the fast paced schedule, pouring out the energy.  Sometimes I don't even think I have enough to make my own life work out.  I don't know if I can cover all the bases daily, and trying to cover them for the next week and month and year seems impossible.  I try though.  I try for more than that.  I try not to get so caught up in my own whirling life that I don't have the presence of mind or the compassion to slow down, observe the other people in my life, and care for them.  I don't think we understand just how much each individual needs to have someone inquire into their lives.  None of us wants to be vulnerable, so most of us won't lay our lives out when we need to.  It's up to me to ask them what they need, to genuinely care.  It is a sad thing that friends can spend hours together, often even having a good time, but in the end the individuals can walk away and still feel alone in whatever they are facing.  God didn't mean for us to handle things that way.  I don't lay the blame on the person that doesn't ask.  Often it is the fault of the person who won't tell - too proud, too scared, too decieved, too secretive, too independent, too untrusing.  Who knows.  I've been all of those.  But I don't want to give a lot of opportunity for others to be any of those.  They'll still try.  But I'll keep trying too. 

At least that's what I want.  That's what I want on a day like today when my schedule has given me breathing room and my own thoughts have a chance to catch up with me and I think of where I've been and where I'm going.  That's what I want most.

Oy!  Hehehe...life...