Life is too short to spend it unhappy, unproductive, and unkind. Everyone’s days are numbered…we just don’t know what that number is. There are so many external forces beyond our control influencing our lives that we can’t just assume we’ll live until 100. What if we only make it to 25, 30? Will we have felt that we lived, did good, made a difference? Will we be remembered by people for the things we’ve done right rather than the things we’ve done wrong?
“When I step into the light, my arms are open wide. When I step into the light, my eyes searching wildly. Would you not like to be sitting on top of the world with your legs hanging free? Would you not like to be ok ok ok? When I’m walking by the water, splish splash you and me taking a bath. When I’m walking by the water, comes up through my toes, to my ankles, to my head, to my soul, and I’m blow away. …I can’t believe that we would lie in our graves dreaming of things that were might have been.”
It’s ok to think that the world is beautiful. It’s ok to be an adult and still enjoy the small things in life, to pause and appreciate the people and things around you. It’s ok to smile at a stranger, to open doors for other people, it’s ok to give a little rather than take a lot. Material possessions, degrees hanging on our wall, cars we drive, clothes we wear, none of it matters to anyone but ourselves. Who are we trying to impress? What is the point of constantly comparing yourself to other people wanting to be like them, better than them. Compete with yourself, be your own best self each day. Spend your days happy, joyful, and loving, not angry, bitter, and hateful.
There’s always something to be thankful for. Most of us just don’t know how to give thanks.
