Reflections On Life

Thirty six years ago I was a circus clown. At the time, I thought I’d found my calling in life. I was passionate about clowning, passionate about making people forget their troubles for awhile and laugh. Life on the road was hard, though, and I drifted into other realms. For the past two weeks the Big Apple Circus has been in town and I’ve reconnected with my past while working as a member of the house crew and usher people to their seats. The annual return of the circus always causes me to review my past, notice the present, and ponder the future.

Home after work today I read a chapter of Dawna Markova’s I Will Not Die An Unlived Life: Reclaiming Purpose And Passion. Markova poses a question that feels very appropriate for me today. She asks, “What is it too soon for, too late for, just the right time for?” I don’t have the answers yet, but I think the question deserves serious consideration. For starters, it’s too soon to give up work and involvement in the betterment of society. It’s the right time to appreciate who I am, where I am, whom I’m with, and the wonder of the universe. No matter how old or young you are, may you appreciate those things in your life too.