October 21, 2016 by pecanbutter
I have too many questions about life.
I chide myself for thinking too much. I am afraid I forget how to live life. I run from the thought of being buried six feet under one day, that someone I love could become someone who exists only in my memory or that everything I own now is existentially worthless.
Maybe time is short because there is a purpose.
Maybe time is short so that we don’t take things for granted.
So that we don’t live in total ignorance of our surrounding.
So that we live in the constant thought that life could abruptly end.
So that we wake up every morning and remember that life is too short for things that won’t matter five years from now.
So that we remember that every day we are living and breathing, is a good day.
So that we take time to smell the coffee, appreciate the small things in life, and find time to do the things we enjoy doing.
So that we make it an essential daily task to be happy and contented.
So that we tell the people around us how much we love their presence in our lives, how much we love them and how much we appreciate them.
So that we plan the footprints we want to leave behind for others.
So that we take good care of ourselves and our loved ones to live well through the predictable moments.
So that we are mindful that we are not the only ones living in this universe.
So that we embrace our individuality, know who we are and what our roles are in the great scheme of things.
So that we understand that no matter how tough the situation is, we do have choices.
So that we celebrate all of the small successes and victories along life’s path.