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LIFE JOURNEYS: LESSONS FROM THE HEART
by Sara Gutfreund

Like a Passing Shadow

All year he had driven past the cemetery on the way to work without even a glance. But suddenly, as Yom Kippur drew closer, he began to notice the tombstones, lined up in silent rows against the morning sky. And then one morning, the thought cascaded down upon him like an unexpected downpour of rain.

One day I'm going to die.

He pulled over to the side of the road and watched a slow- moving funeral procession making its way down the winding road. And for some reason, for the first time in his life, he realized that he didn't know when his time would come. It was true that he was young but so were many others who had abruptly passed away without warning. And he thought about the prayer that they had just said on Rosh Hashanah. Man is like a passing shadow. Like a fading dream. Like a dying wind.

This realization filled him with fear. It wasn't just that he was afraid of death. He was terrified because he had allowed himself to become so entrenched in the mundane struggles of daily life that he had only been using a fraction of his potential. His soul was wasting away. He couldn't even remember what his purpose in life was anymore.

Had he ever known? And how was he supposed to figure it out now? What if he ran out of time before he could accomplish what he needed to in this world? With a quick glimpse at his watch, Moshe realized that he was going to be late. What was wrong with him? Here he was, pulled over at the side of the road, staring at the cemetery. And with a sudden sense of shame, Moshe realized that his cheeks were wet with tears.

He thought about the people he had said good-bye to so far in his life. Somehow when he thought about the dead, all he could remember were their smiles. Why was that? And he grieved over the thought that his life would inevitably be filled with more loss, more good-byes, more movement towards that final truth that nothing in this world lives forever.

He remembered a Rebbe of his who used to tell them, "On the day that we are born, we begin to die." That thought seized him now with renewed meaning. How many days, how many hours had he wasted in the past year? And soon the books would be sealed, and he still had no idea how to change his life.

That Yom Kippur he walked into shul and began to tremble as soon as Kol Nidre began. As he sobbed throughout, he began to hear an answer to his confusion. It was a faint answer at first, but it grew stronger as the day passed. And as he realized what his tafkid in life was, he asked himself: If we begin to die on the day that we are born, could it also be that, if we have fulfilled our purpose in this world, we begin to live on the day that we die?

 

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