It is always tough to get our priorities right. And life definitely has priorities. Recently a friend died of a heart attack. My wife looked at me when she heard the news, and said, “But she had cancer.” Then she looked at me and added, “But you never know.”
I decided then and there to straighten out my priorities. There are many things I want to finish before that heart attack, but only one stands out. To complete the life I’d set out to do in following my ideals and had already partially completed, that was my goal. I wanted my life to make sense, to be a completed, admired whole.
True, my model had died on an executioner’s cross. But afterwards, it turned magnificent. May mine not turn out a failure; an apparent failure before some vindication is OK.