What am I going to do with the rest of my life? I’ve lived what (I hope) is no more than two-thirds of it already. If I were to know I’d be dying in a month, or a week, or tomorrow, what would I feel I still needed to do? Travel? Forgive someone? Have a greater, stronger faith?
In the end, I think it comes down to faith. We need to believe that there is something more. At least I need to believe that. I need to live my best life possible and then still hope for more.
Have I sowed enough oats? Probably too many. Have I loved enough? Perhaps more than I should have. Have I done my best with what I’ve had? I’ve tried. I think that is what God wants us to do…to do our best with what He’s given us.
That might be harder to do in prison…but then, maybe it’s easier. This “outside” world is so full of distractions, and they, too often, take us off course. A prison environment eliminates a lot of those distractions. Perhaps it would make it a little easier to ask oneself the following questions.
Have I encouraged someone today?
Have I listened to somebody who really needed to be heard?
Have I given support to someone who is struggling?
Have I fought for someone’s right to stand up for his or her own beliefs?
Have I used the gifts I have been given, and have I built on them?
Have I suppressed angry words today?
Have I refrained from gossiping about someone today?
Have I been willing to share all that has been given to me?
Do you have any regrets, or is there something you still feel compelled to do? Suddenly, life seems way too short. Take stock of where you are, and of where you want to be going. Take stock. Reassess.
In the end, this will be my question: Have I been enough?