I blinked, and I was ten
and my world was fun and interesting.
I blinked, and I was twenty
and the world was my oyster.
I blinked, and I was thirty
and my world was confused and dirty.
I blinked, and I was forty
and my world was over-filled with responsibility.
I blinked, and I was fifty
and my world and the world was becoming iffy.
I blinked, and I was sixty
and my world narrowed to concentrate on what I wanted accomplished.
I blinked, and I was seventy
and my world narrowed to me and my definition of what was fun.
I blinked, and I was eighty
and my world shrunk to the people and things I knew.
I blinked, and I was ninety
and my world belonged in my mind, people in my heart, and God in my soul.

One cannot tell young people that time flies. To them, time is eternal. The earth is home, and their egos deny the concept of “never more”. God, Holy Spirit, and Jesus are but marvelous stories for children and the aged, but not viable concepts in their reality. For them, the only need to prepare for tomorrow is to secure a firm economic security.

I have this fantasy—or maybe it is really part of my belief system—that the very last thought an individual has before death becomes their eternal reality.
For the person who believes in nothing, then nothing awaits, and the soul dies, disappears into the ether, never to be seen by God again.

For the person who believes the life led was full of sin and sees in that final moment the flames of Hell, then his or her future is going to be very hot indeed.

For the person who believes in sins atonement, a trip to purgatory awaits.

And for the individual who sees the face of God is an individual who will spend an eternity among the heavenly court. And heaven will be whatever the person wants it to be.