I'll Remember Where the Love Was Found

There's always another reminder of the fact that life is too short: http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/04/21/blueangels.crash/.

Leaving Statesboro today, I was listening to a Savannah station advertising this very event (the U.S. Navy Blue Angels Beaufort Air Show). I thought about how cool it would've been to have been going to watch. But the next thought in my mind was of a particularly disturbing scene (at least in this particular thought pattern, it was disturbing) from one of the Left Behind novels I read years ago. The "team" in Left Behind actually put on an air show and intentionally crashed their plane via remote control (so that they could escape working for the bad guy). Thinking that thought today made me ultra-uncomfortable to hear the repeated advertisements for the Beafort Air Show. No, I didn't anticipate something like this would happen, but I HATE the fact that I had the thought at all.

Yet another reminder (just the latest in an incredibly discomforting line of reminders) that life is too short to be unhappy. We're simply not promised another breath. To expect one seems awfully egotistical. Tragic endings happen nearly every day, and we really shouldn't put off being happy until tomorrow. Tomorrow may never come.