One’s lifetime, it’s been well established, is made up of passages. Our journey begins in childhood, bounces around a bit in our teen years, explores our world and ourselves as young adults, matures in thought as parent and career builder, then settles in for closure as we turn elderly.

There is an ever-ticking timepiece nestled in our pocket, more so in our soul, as we make this same trek that so many before us have completed and as many others will follow after.  It is curious how each passage carries with it its own “atmosphere” accompanied by specific feelings and attitudes that help us to identify them and the things and people that occupied their time. These “indicators” not only help us remember their various representations, they also played greatly is formulating our personality.  They are stored within us, guided by memories, good and bad, and remain ours exclusively.

If you are prone to explore your individual life’s journey, you can actually remember how you experienced each of the passages you’ve traveled. It’s what makes nostalgia so welcoming, and fondly replays Christmases, birthdays, first kisses and the like.  It can also bring back more solemn moments, even tragedies. These are all the parcels of our lives.  We’ve opened them one by one, stored some, tossed others away.

As I look back, what I found consistent with each passage was how good it felt to complete each one and move onto the next.  Life is a progression and if you are achievement-oriented, you always look forward to the next adventure.  I am not sure I was conscious of these transitions as they occurred, but certainly I am able to define them as their history evolved. 

Oh, perhaps I spoke too soon.  This last passage has not been as welcoming as the others.  It is a real thought-provoker, this final passage.  There is no “looking forward” to another one.  Now, what has been years of accumulating experiences and ideas and material goods along with relationships come and gone—well, most of those things now represent your baggage.  You needn’t even worry about how you will be able to carry it all.  You will not be booking it for the next flight or tossing it into the trunk for that summer vacation.  Your baggage won’t be going on with you,  If you are lucky, perhaps some of it will remain behind and provide a legacy, or if nothing else, fading memories for those who cherished you. This is why, if you believe in a heaven and that you are eventually going there, you have been given a gift.  If you are not a religious person to this degree, well then, buckle up Sparky, there’s no telling what’s next.


About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at http://marckuhn.com The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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