Time flies… I’ve been hearing that expression, Tempus Fugit, all my life. But did you know it’s actually a misinterpretation? The actual Latin passage from the book reads as Fugit Inreparabile Tempus, which basically means “it escapes, irretrievable time.”
Time really does fly. I find myself often wondering how I got this far. I’ve often had obstacles in my way that should have ended my life; Diabetes, comas, insulin resistance and a score of natural causes too long for me to enumerate.
I still remember the morning I woke up without Diabetes for the last time. I recall feeling groggy and disoriented. I made my way to the bathroom and then sat at the kitchen table. My father was gone to work and my mother was setting out a bowl of cereal for me.
My parents had noticed that my weight had fluctuated and my mood had changed significantly in previous weeks. I had started wetting the bed for the first time since I was in diapers and I was an insufferable little jerk. Even more so than I am now, if those who know me personally can believe it.
A few moments into my breakfast, and I unceremoniously passed out into my cereal bowl. The next thing I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed. I only had a mild understanding of what was happening to me at the time, but the diagnosis was clear: Diabetes Mellitus.
From that moment on, my life was forever altered. The path I would be led on would be different in ways I wouldn’t understand for years to come. I often find myself wondering how my life would have turned out had I not been diagnosed with Diabetes. Would I have been more athletic? Would I have made different choices or pursued different things in life?
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve experienced a wicked number of things in my life. In fact, I find myself acknowledging that if my end of days came tomorrow, I would have no regrets as I’ve done and experienced more than many do within this life.
I don’t know anyone within my circle of associates who has travelled the world, overcome their own illnesses and shortcomings and meet any challenge head on and usually overcome those as well.
But as I sit back and take stock of where I am in the here and now, I have difficulty focusing on how I got here. A man in his forties with a family, kids, a home and career… And in the midst of all of it, exploring new venues and new possibilities that may once again alter the course of my life.
Sometimes it happens that way. As I’ve often said, friends, life rarely cares about our plan. When one door closes, we’re often so busy wondering why that we ignore the one next to it that has opened. Your path may not always be the one you want, but it can turn out to be the one you need. ☯