I am incredibly lucky to have kept in touch with one of the greatest friends I’ve ever known. D and I met in high school and were immediately inseparable. Now, after nearly 10 years of living back in Canada, he’s finally made it over the border for a visit. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. I’ve been positively vibrating with excitement since he arrived. We didn’t miss a step and have been carrying on like the rascals we were in high school.
But life is strange and has this way of knocking you down only to remind you that there is no such thing as being in control.
While riding the emotional high of his visit, I was shaken nearly to the core and narrowly avoided a serious accident on an icy road up to the local ski hill. You want to think you’ll be able to react quickly in pivotal situations, but it isn’t that easy. We were driving safely and doing nothing wrong. We hit a bit of ice and in an instant we were sliding. No one was hurt. The car was fine. We were stopped for about 15 minutes and after a quick whip around, we were back on the road.
This spurred terribly cliche conversations about living life to the fullest and always thinking in the now, because the later isn’t guaranteed. It’s a tired and vague notion but I’ll be damned if it isn’t true. Love fully and be brave always. Tomorrow may not come.