There’s nothing extraordinary about life. Nothing unusual or amazing about being alive, about existing. Billions have done it in the past, billions are doing it as I type these words, and billions more will do it long after this post is written. What’s so special about something that everyone else is doing, that they’ve been doing their whole lives?
What’s rare to see, however, is someone living.
Now maybe you’re wondering “Well what is living? Isn’t that the same thing you just wrote about? Did you type ‘living’ in bold just to be dramatic?”
Yeah. Because sometimes you need to be dramatic to make a point.
Living, to me at least, is to realize that our time is limited and to therefore live accordingly.
Living is to learn to appreciate the small things in life. You’ll find that, in doing so, you’ll one day look back on those small things and realize that they were actually the biggest.
To take a break from our busy lives every once in a while to smell the roses.
To go out of your way to help someone who needs some but isn’t sure how to ask.
To, in turn, not be too proud to ask for a helping hand.
To be alone in nature to enjoy the peace and quiet, and understand the beauty of solitude.
To then go and surround yourself with people who care about you and accept you for who you are, those people whom you couldn’t imagine life without.
To travel to parts of the world you’ve always thought about, or to stumble upon those you didn’t even know existed.
To try foods you’ve never heard of, or foods you’ve always refused without having ever actually tried them.
To call up a friend you haven’t talked to in a while and rekindle a friendship that was starting to fade away.
To worry less about that which you have no control over, and instead focus on that which you can control.
To be willing to block out those who say you can’t do something just because they tried and failed.
To view failure not as something that defines who you are, but that will help you grow into who you will become.
To not listen to doubt and the lies it likes to tell.
To take a break from talking and instead listen.
To not hesitate to tell that person who’s always on your mind how you truly feel about them, for one day you’ll wake up and realize that they’re gone and that you’re left to wonder “What if?”.
To not leave a single stone unturned.
To be able to one day look back on the life you lived and not have a single regret.
That. That is living.
For most of us die without ever having lived.
“There’ll be two dates on your tombstone and all your friends will read ’em. But all that’s gonna matter is that little dash between ’em.” – Kevin Welch