A question we all need to ask ourselves everyday, is what would I be doing if today was my last day on earth? Technically and realistically it is possible that it very well could be. I don't know of any other measure that can judge our sense of happiness better than this. We are creatures of habit, we love our routines and although we know we are mortal, we believe somewhere deep in our heart that we are indestructible. How else can we possibly explain our mindless living? Days turn into weeks, into months and years, and before we know half our life has been lived without us even realizing it, and probably on terms set by someone else.
Life can be rushed even if you are not actively seeking a busy life. I like to keep balance, like to take the time to smell the roses , to watch the sun set, to see the sky change colors to hide into darkness, or to just watch the first star shyly taking over the sky. I love to watch the leaves falling, pick fresh wild berries on my walks, to strain my ears to listen to different sounds of chirping . There is nothing more humbling than standing under a sky full of stars to realize how lucky you are to be where you are. Every rain drop, every sunrise, every sun ray that tries to peep through the clouds, every cloud that hugs the mountains, every time the breeze whispers or the sun reaches and touches my skin, I feel grateful to be alive.
Life can be rushed even if you are not actively seeking a busy life. I like to keep balance, like to take the time to smell the roses , to watch the sun set, to see the sky change colors to hide into darkness, or to just watch the first star shyly taking over the sky. I love to watch the leaves falling, pick fresh wild berries on my walks, to strain my ears to listen to different sounds of chirping . There is nothing more humbling than standing under a sky full of stars to realize how lucky you are to be where you are. Every rain drop, every sunrise, every sun ray that tries to peep through the clouds, every cloud that hugs the mountains, every time the breeze whispers or the sun reaches and touches my skin, I feel grateful to be alive.
As much as I love a good conversation, as much as I enjoy connecting with people, solitude is what recharges me. Life is all about connecting - connecting with people, loving people, empathizing, but it is also about connecting with your inner self. We cannot live mindlessly . Busyness is not necessarily a good thing. At times weekends are enough, but all of us need to have at least couple of minutes to sit and reflect on how our day was. Not recounting, not expressing to anyone, but only sitting in silence and reflecting on where we are going and why.
Life needs to flow, flow at its own pace. We cannot rush life - we just have to keep up with it- to listen, to feel. There is honestly no guaranteed tomorrows, no planned retirements, no "I will start living when ...". Time is now and here - in the present.
