One minute here, the next minute gone.
Our lives, whether we live one year or one hundred, exist in little more than a moment of time.
Why do we not understand that?
We spend our days in endless pursuits of things - material things, moments of pleasure, possessions that wind up meaning nothing in the grand scheme of things. Junk, junk, and more junk.
We don't spend enough time doing and saying the things that matter to those who should matter the most. Things like "Thank you for being in my life" and "I love you".
Then, one day our moments are gone. Time has run out. So have our chances to do what matters, say what matters, live life to its intended meaning.
In this moment I am choosing to stop. I am choosing to take back this moment and do what's important with it:
To my family and friends:
Thank you for your love and your support. I couldn't be half the person I am without it and I will be forever grateful that you are in my life.
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"We spend our days in endless pursuits of things"--you could not be more right! Thanks for the reminder that there is much more to life than "things." I hate that it often takes a crisis to be reminded of how short and precious life can be.
Laura -
You're welcome, of course. It's really hit me this week due to the death of my friend's mother.
cjh
These are great thoughts CJ and I think it is so easy to get bogged down in the day to day routine that we fail to see the bigger picture. You're right...we do need to stop and remember the little things that are so important.
This is a little off the topic, but along similar lines: A call came in at work this past week and several of us were talking about it as if we were discussing an especially thrilling movie. It's a bit of a coping mechanism, I suppose, to make the work more bearable since we hear some pretty awful things day in and day out. Still, it hit me later just how bad it must be for the family struggling through their personal nightmare right now. I came home from work that night and gave my husband and furkids big hugs and told them how much I appreciate them.
As one of those friends, thank you for your words and thank you for being in my life. You are definately one of the more important things...
As my son gets older, it's sometimes hard to communicate with him. He's almost 14. I got to thinking the other day about how close we used to be and how I never thought anything could weaken the bond we had. Funny thing is, LIFE does that. Growing up. When I looked at him the other night, I thought of how often I'm telling him to do his homework or his chores. I don't want him to look back on his childhood and remember the nagging.
One day last week, we were going over our schedules, and he made a point of finding out what days I would be volunteering to work the book fair at his school. I teased him and said I'd be sure to tell all the girls I see that my son has a crush on them. He said he'd be sure to heckle me. I realized that he LIKES the fact that I'm involved in his school life and that I'm the team parent for his sports teams.
Now I want to wake him up and give him a big hug. My daughter demands the hugs and attention: my son does not. Thank you for the reminder to let him know that I love him, even though he didn't ask :)
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