Moments.

Life passes with time and time passes in moments. Moments which, rushing past us, define the path of a life even as they fix upon its end. 

How rarely do we stop to examine that path? To see the reasons why all things happen. To consider whether the path we have taken is of our own making, or simply one into which we've drifted with eyes closed. 

But what if we were to stop? To take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we see the endless forks in the roads that shape our lives? And... seeing the choices we've made... choose another path?

You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

But then, do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?

Sooner or later we all discover that the big moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. 

The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. 

Our lives are measured by these.