I’m sitting at Burger King sipping on a milk, waiting for the oil change and tire rotation on the car. Just watching the cornucopia of people come in and out and their momentary life priorities. The moments I’m watching presently constitute numerous examples. The girl with long flowing black hair has a hair brush in her back pocket that is larger than the cheeks of her butt. Her boyfriend mimics the Lakers dress code. His shorts are resting under his butt, and there is full exposure of his underwear. The young man wearing dark sunglasses with blocked out sides and the rocker T-shirt walks across the room with a cool, hip saunter. There’s a small lady that’s been back and forth from a car in the parking lot four times. She’s trying to get an order changed, while trying to please the person waiting impatiently. He finally enters the store, and dumps the contents of the bag on the counter, only to find out that it was correct after all. He leaves unsure, the small lady in tow, still trying to please. The large lady only ordered a small quantity on her first trip to the counter. She did the same ordering on her second and third trips to the counter.
I have many friends who have health issues and their daily occupation rests with decisions on how to stay alive. Others I know are consumed by work, family, money, politics, religion, security and survival. Endless amounts of energy by everyone on the planet for these purposes.
Priorities are based on choices in our lives. And on the amount of love we’re missing in some part of our being. By choosing a priority in the moment it allows us to fill a need. A temporary accomplishment that will make us feel good, in the daily struggle.
Time governs what are our most important priorities and love governs the rest.
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