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Time is precious, fleeting,
and to give your time to someone else
is the most precious gift you could ever give them.
Memories of shared sunsets, sleeping in late on Sunday
mornings, circling the block just once more because your favorite song came on
the radio and you just couldn't bear the thought of turning the car off before
it was over.
Life
passes you by a moment at a time, each moment more precious than the last in
the way that it's there and gone, and will never be again.
I have
always counted myself as a collector of moments, and I live my life by the
moments. The first time I put pen to paper, the first time I met my husband,
each and every sunset I've seen from the back porch of my house.
Life
happens in those moments, and if you're not careful, it's so regrettably easy
to slip on the blinders and switch over to auto-pilot-- to live your life by
the bills you have to pay and the job you have to get to, and the people you're
held accountable to, and before you know it you find yourself caught up in the
maelstrom, and when the winds die down and the smoke clears, you find your life
has gone on without you, and you were far too busy surviving to live it.
I'm
guilty of it. I admit it without pride. It would be pointless to say any
differently. And there's nothing I can do to change that fact-- no way to get
back the time I lost. I'm grateful for the fact that my eyes are now open to
that fact, and I'm making a conscious effort to remind myself to be a collector
of moments, the way I used to be.
When was
the last time you stopped what you were doing just to watch the sunset? When
was the last time you took your shoes off and curled your toes into the sand? When
was the last time you let yourself enjoy the smell of roses, of jasmine, the
smell of the sea? When was the last time you dropped your guard and didn't give
a damn what anyone else thought long enough to let your hair down and fully
fall into a moment?
When was
the last time you felt alive in every last living, breathing, beautiful,
vibrant bit of you?
I'm a
collector of moments-- the good, the bad, the in between. These are the moments
that make your life-- the moments that make us who we are.
What
moments do you treasure? What moments made you weak? Made you strong?
Cherish
these moments, the good the bad, you're trading the seconds of your life for
it. And the moment you forget that fact, your life will run off without you,
and you'll find yourself merely being taken along for the ride.
And
there's no sadder fate than the unlived life.
