Life... is a gift.
Life...is a story
Life...like everything else has a beginning and an end.
Today, I sat in a service and I listened to a minister speak on life...and death. She spoke on the importance of living in such a way that dying would be easy. I sat there and I listened intently, as she talked about "unpacking" for our final act of living...How we must constantly empty the preverbal "baggage' of our lives so that we can live a life that death will not cut short... A life that will be so fully "lived" that death will be a time to celebrate, not mourn... Life is a delicate balancing act...letting go of what is hurtful, and holding onto what is fortifying and fulfilling.
How do we accomplish this...this perfect balance? This place of peace?....this place of forgiveness? Forgiving not only others, but ourselves?
I suppose we must figure out (within ourselves) what exactly is important.
What is it that I will allow in my space...my mind... OR...my heart....AND of what will I simply LET GO? I think, today, that I had a revelation! If it is not fulfilling, or endearing, or just plain joyful then it just doesn't deserve my time, my thoughts, or my emotions.
If it isn't something that I would want in my heart, my mind, or my space then I should NEVER present it to someone else's heart, mind or space.
Life is simple....Live like you're dying...treat others as if they were and LOVE like there's no tomorrow...for either of you.
Why do we complicate things with senseless, worthless, futile, insignificant misery??? When LOVE, friendship, joy, happiness, peace, and ALL the wonderful things that this life has to offer are available...if only we will choose them?
Just Bb
"I am not living/dying so that my life pleases you or yours....I must live/die a life that lives up to my own expectations and dreams....."
