On her 50th birthday, my friend Mary Beth said to me, "Is this it? Is this all there is?"
Sometimes, our life's harvest looks rather puny. Children grow up and have their problems; we separate or are separated from loved ones; we feel daunted by the prospect of 4,000 more days of work until retirement with only 160 vacation days to break the monotony. Is this it?
This moment is it. I'm grateful for my pathetic cabbage, which i boil into soup to warm me on a chilly evening.
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