One of my cousins died suddenly and unexpectedly last weekend. He was 53 years old.
He and I were not particularly close, but I had seen him and his wife a few times a year when I was living the UK. He was a good and generous man. His handiwork remains a part of my daily reality, as the dental bridge he constructed for me twenty years ago still resides in my mouth.
A life cut short too soon.
His death makes me ever so much more aware of the danger of my tendency to procrastinate. I saw a short quote a couple of months ago which suggest that procrastination is more about fear than laziness. This is certainly true for me. But an untimely death is a stark reminder that I do not have unlimited time. I may not have the time I think I do, and there things I don’t want to leave undone.
It’s not to say I am now in a rush to tick off the list of contributions I feel I want to make. Because one of pieces of wisdom I am being to grasp is that there is a right season for some things. Some ideas need a far longer percolation time than others. And rushing is as unhelpful as procrastinating.
So I guess, I am writing this as a reminder to myself – when the time seems right, I need to act. I need to keep my fear of failure or appearing foolish in the broader perspective of the potential of not being able to fulfill my goal.
For now, I choose to celebrate the life and contribution of my cousin, Ryk. I mourn his passing, and pray for those whose lives will be far more deeply affected by his death than my own.