Moving Toward the River

Have you ever set down, and thought about life from the beginning to the end? I mean your life, not someone else's life. Well, the other day I was doing just that. Reminiscing about my own life, and this is what I concluded.
My life has been like a journey that started on September 27, 1948, and has led me to this point, and time. I picture it much like the old pioneers that traveled across the open plains, and over the mountains to reach their given destination, only in my case I'm moving toward the river so I may cross over to my final destination. I'm not sure what lies beyond the river, some call it heaven, and hell, but I guess I'll find out when I make the crossing.
I found it interesting to think that when I started my journey over 59 years ago that I was carried . When my journey ends I'll be carried to my resting place. I was brought from the womb in the beginning, and I'll be put back into the grave when it's over. Sometimes my mind just rabbles on by itself, and I'm never quite sure of what it's going to think of next.
With every step the old pioneers took they were one step closer to their destination, with the closing of another day they were one day closer to their final destination. As with me, each passing day brings me closer to the river. Yesterday is gone, never to be relived by me again accept in memory. I can't bring it back, I can't undo what I did yesterday whether it was good or bad, it's gone. That thought in, and of itself led me to this thought. I have more days behind me than I have in front of me. That is a sobering thought for sure. I don't know how many days have been allotted me, but logic tells me that I have used up most of them. Unlike the pioneers that had a destination in mind, I do not know where the river is. I know it's up ahead of me somewhere, but exactly where, I have no idea. Perhaps it's better that I don't know where it is, although I realize that I am much closer to it now than when I started. Getting older causes one to think more along these lines which I'm not sure if that's a good thing.
As with the pioneers, they faced hardships, and trials. They had their moments of anguish, and their times of triumph. They rejoiced when one was born, and mourned when one passed away. They faced odds that weren't in their favor, toiled by the sweat of their brow, questioned, and cursed God in times of grief, and distress, but they continued on toward their destination.
Times have changed, but life pretty much is the same. I have faced unsurmountable odds at times, I rejoice when one is born, and mourn when one passes over. I toil, and earn a living by the sweat of my brow, and I have cursed God in times of grief, and distress, but I too continue on, always moving toward the river.
I have concluded one thing for sure, I cannot stop myself from moving toward the river. There are so many things in life I do not understand, and the older I get, the more I realize that the only thing I know is, I don't know!
When will I see the river? I have no idea if it will be today, next week, next month, next year, or years from now, but guaranteed, I will see the river. I, like all that have gone before will come to the river, and I will have to cross over all by myself. I started this journey by coming into the world alone, all by myself, and I'll leave this world all by myself.
Live your life to the fullest, take advantage of each, and every day, love those around you, hold close to your heart the beauty of family, and friends, because each, and everyday brings us closer to the river.

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