I read something that I found interesting and it spoke about age being relative. We often hear that the older you are, the closer you are to dying, that is how nature works. If proximity to death is the determining factor, then everyone that dies at any point is old, without realising it. That means some people that die at 34 like my mother did died young on earthy terms but at also means she was old at 33 as she was moving closer to her exit.
What if my mother didn’t die young but she died having fulfilled her destiny and that destiny was to bring me and my siblings into the world? Painful as it is, what if 7 years with her was all I was ever going to get, because it was all it was ever meant to be? What is in those 7 years, she instilled in my everything that I would need to carry me through life. What if she prepared me for everything that happened after her departure and I always had it in me all along? What if her whole life, all her mistakes and joys were a deliberate orchestration to get me to exactly where I was supposed to be.
Could it really be? I don’t know, but what I know for sure is that if there is even a small chance that her death meant that I was ready. If it meant that I had the mandate to do something bigger than myself. To be, to grow, to lead and to touch a life. If there is even a small chance, then I take up the challenge and pick up the baton and do all that I can wherever I can and with a joyful heart.