Monday, March 17, 2014

Are you living?

Are you living?

Or better yet, have you started to live? I mean, I realize you’re sitting somewhere in this world, on a computer and you’re reading this. I get that in the definition of the word “living” could be taken as “the pursuit of a lifestyle of the specified type” at least that’s what Webster would suggest. But i’m asking, are you really LIVING. Living in a way where the novel of your life, if ever to be written would be a worldwide best seller with each page of progression being better then the last. That each chapter was so full of love it covers up the undeniable sadness that life tends to strikes us from time to time. Where you, the main character is a person where we can all say “that was a life”

You can’t teach anyone to live.
You can’t force anyone to live.
But when you’re living…You just know it.

So I ask again… Have you started to live.

Life is finite. When you can understand, comprehend or even accept that as an absolute. “Living”  brings on an updated version of it’s very own definition.

I’ve learned that it is your own actions day to day, which makes one live. The past, the present and the future all have a say in how you live, but your mind of the now allows you to live.

Life is precious.

I can’t begin to explain how amazing every single one of you truly are. Be thankful for another day in this world. If you can see the beauty of living, share a smile to the world, a hug to a friend, a helping hand to a stranger. Give because you can, embrace the sunrise, and hope for a sunset.

As poet Mary Oliver once wrote “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” So I ask…
Have you started to live?

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