All Good Things

I watched the finale of Six Feet Under last night, and I am moved. Through my sleepless night the images of the final 5 minutes haunted my mind and my thoughts moved to my own mortality. I thought of how far I've come, and how far I have yet to travel. What sort of things will I experience in the remaining years of my life? What sort of pain, love, sorrow, and joy have I yet to see?

It occured to me that life is like an hourglass. You watch the grains of sand drop endlessly to the bottom. There to be seen, remembered, but never to be used again, until the last sand of life falls, and you face your eternity.