...on getting old.

yep.  i looked at my hands this morning, and strangely enough, i saw nearly half the scars and lumps and spots of those in my old man's hands.  i'm 32, everybody.  it's strange.  those older than me will think, "you're young."  and those younger, "why the heck's he thinking about that for, yo?" 
i'm gonna have a new baby in my arms in a couple months, and it feels like that's making me old.  on death's doorstep.  every day. 
i thought this morning about all the things i spend my brainspace on... and how much of that stuff will die as well.  it sounds dark and sad.  but actually... i could die this afternoon.  i'm not in charge of the day and time of my death.  what i am in charge of is my decisions up until that point.  ...which brings me to an over-asked question...  what am i doing in my life that will last past my death, and even eternally?  perhaps i should live my life as if i had already died with regard to all those things that won't last.  like myself.  here i've gotta quote an old, old book,...  "for i have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer i who live, but Christ lives in me, and the life i now live in the flesh i live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me." 
i've gotta live bigger than life and death... old or not.