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Precious Life

It’s been a while since my last post. A couple weeks ago, my car was totaled in a bad accident. I am lucky to be alive. Moving forward after a difficult and stressful situation has put a new perspective on things for me.

I’ve been reevaluating a lot, knowing that my one, precious life could have all been over in an instant thanks to someone else’s recklessness. What if I left this world without having my chance to do what I’m supposed to do? I care just a little bit less now about what anyone thinks about what I do or how I do it. The next day is never promised. It’s time to enjoy what we have, the best we can, because it can be taken away at any time without warning.

Life is too short to waste time worrying about those who do not bring value to our lives or make an effort to impact us positively, with connection, love, respect, and honor. Save your energy for people who actually mean something to you. For people you love. For yourself.

Likewise, do things for yourself and your heart and what makes you and those you care about happy. Do things because it’s the right thing to do and not because you HAVE to do it. Take the road less traveled and see where it goes and what adventures await! In 10 years, how will you feel about your current situation? Care about things that bring you joy. Let go of (who and) what doesn’t serve you.

There is always a deeper meaning; sometimes you find it when you stop looking.

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver

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