Interesting idiom, this “Walking time bomb” thing. I’ve heard it and read it untold times lately. I am at the point where I don’t think people really understand it fully. It just seems to roll off the tongue with amazing ease the moment anyone learns of someone else having some sort of permanent malady.
Yesterday I was talking with a dear friend I had not seen in some time, catching up on what was going on in our lives. She too is having medical issues that won’t go away any time soon. It happens with time. It just does, and more often than not.
In an unusual instance here, I was discussing my coronary artery disease with someone I know and the “time bomb” thing did not come up. It did, however, cross my mind to bring it up. It may be that I subsequently brought it into the conversation to circumvent its interjection and not have to hear it again.
The point I went on to make went something like this:
“You, my dear friend, are a walking time bomb. By all accounts, so am I. So is that guy across the way.
Show or name me anybody drawing breath on this Earth that isn’t.”
I think that put it in a very real context. So much for throw-away reference phrases. We’re all in this game, and nobody gets out of it alive. Period. What we can do is to live it the best we can every single day, and make choices that suit us individually. That’s what I see. I’m making choices accordingly, and I was happy to get my friend’s support and encourage her in her struggles.