It seems that as many people reach old age their minds aren’t as quick and their memories not so easily retrievable as when they were young. I think of the people I know who have Alzheimer’s disease and how they live in a world that doesn’t make sense to them anymore. Where the present is not the present that others are experiencing; it is a wandering moment from the past being replayed amongst memories that have gotten out of chronological order. The person they once were becomes very different than the person they are as their Alzheimers progresses.
It reminds me that we need to take advantage of every moment of our lives. Take the time to appreciate the present because no one knows what the future holds.
‘Don’t let the excitement of youth cause you to forget your Creator. Honor him in your youth before you grow old and say, “Life is not pleasant anymore.” Remember him before the light of the sun, moon, and stars is dim to your old eyes, and rain clouds continually darken your sky. Remember him before your legs—the guards of your house—start to tremble; and before your shoulders—the strong men—stoop. Remember him before your teeth—your few remaining servants—stop grinding; and before your eyes—the women looking through the windows—see dimly.
Remember him before the door to life’s opportunities is closed and the sound of work fades. Now you rise at the first chirping of the birds, but then all their sounds will grow faint.
Remember him before you become fearful of falling and worry about danger in the streets; before your hair turns white like an almond tree in bloom, and you drag along without energy like a dying grasshopper, and the caperberry no longer inspires sexual desire. Remember him before you near the grave, your everlasting home, when the mourners will weep at your funeral.
Yes, remember your Creator now while you are young, before the silver cord of life snaps and the golden bowl is broken. Don’t wait until the water jar is smashed at the spring and the pulley is broken at the well. For then the dust will return to the earth, and the spirit will return to God who gave it. Ecclesiastes 12:1-7