Tuesdays With Morrie Made Me Question The Meaning Of Life
I saw the play, and while it’s meant to answer questions, I found myself having more than ever before…
When you take a step back and look at life, it’s nigh on impossible not to ask, “Am I doing what I’m supposed to be doing with it?” After all, if there is one truly limited resource we all share regardless of circumstances, wealth, luck, or lack of it — it’s time. In our twenties we take time for granted, in our thirties — looking at myself in the mirror — we start noticing the signs of its passing. At this point, I have more grey hair than dark, and I have had mornings — not preceded by alcohol the night before — when I felt the mere act of getting up. A friend of mine, Dawn — God rest her soul — said once: “Attila, when you’ll start feeling body parts in the morning, muscles, and bones you have never felt before, you’ll know you’re aging. Until then, time stands still.” She had countless regrets in life and passed away at the young age of just 55. She and Ross Bennett, the comedian, were definitely on to something. With age come the noises we make. But so comes the near-obsession with time passing, and seeing “Tuesdays with Morrie” at the Gaiety theatre in Dublin a couple of months ago reminded me of that question I sometimes ask others:
