view from the top

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I was thinking about the “high noon” at high noon.

The “high noon” of my life. Has it come and gone, or yet to come?

When I was younger, I kept thinking my time would come.
Now that half of my life is gone (I hope…), I am not sure whether I passed it unnoticed or haven’t had yet.

Or, is this it?

 

“The only thing you’ll find on the summit of Mount Everest is a divine view. The things that really matter lie far below.” ~ Roland Smith, Peak

” I don’t feel old. In fact I don’t feel anything until noon. Then it’s time for my nap.” ~ Bob Hope

 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “High Noon.”

“At noon today, take a pause in what you’re doing or thinking about. Make a note of it, and write a post about it later.”

 

6 thoughts on “view from the top

  1. The longer we live, the more we experiences we have and the more people we meet, the more of life we have to draw upon… maybe high noon comes in the afterlife when we are full of knowledge? Maybe we are simply preparing for high noon 🙂

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  2. My mother-in-law lived to be nearly 103 years old. So, officially, her high noon came around age 50. Which sounds pretty good, until you consider that, for most of her life, she hardly went anywhere or tried hard to accomplish much of anything — she just sat and had more or less the same day, over and over, year after year. Which sounds pretty no-life, until you consider that your average Zen monk also just sits and has more or less the same day, over and over, year after year. I think you should do whatever you feel called to do, do it as best you can, and try not to worry about how much time you have left for doing it. It’s the quality of your contribution that counts, and after all, you just never know when you may be needed in the next world.

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