Ephemeral existence

We live our lives as if we will never grow old as if we will be able to do things that we can do know with the same vigor and efficacy. Covey happens to be my favorite author and I just read that he is no more traveling because of age related illness. It's frightening how much a soul can an author put in their work. To me it seems that my most dear friend is afflicted. A poignant reminder to our ephemeral existence. Long live Mr. Covey. Metta!!