I can hardly believe how fast life goes...
Today while on the phone with my mom; I found out a kid that I went to High School with passed away. This kid was a year younger than me. He was in a lot of my art classes with me and developed photos next to me in the dark room...
He was on a gorge and he fell 100 feet and ultimately ended up passing away... He was just out taking pictures with his friend and a log gave way which ended up launching him past his friend's grasp into the gorge. This is a failure of imagination.
Just a few days ago, I was thinking how each day is a gift. How I used to believe that and really grasp on to each day being a gift. Some how in the midst of things, I lost sight of that. Some how I started feeling as though I was entitled to life... Then my mom called me with this news.
I felt like someone had literally punched me in the gut. I gasped a bit for breath as tears filled my eyes... I just don't get how this happens. Our lives are so incredibly short. When people say: "none of us are promised tomorrow" it's the truth. It's so true that it's almost scary.
This has made me start to wonder... I constantly want to save things and hold on to random things for a "special" occasion... Why not have the special occasion today. I don't know when God will call those closest to me home... But I surely want them to know that they are on my list of special people in my life. I want them to know that they matter to me more than I can express in words.
People are important.
I hope that my friend knew that people cared about him.
Instead of thinking there will be a tomorrow... May we live in today. May we love each person in the moment and may we not take our time for granted... Soon enough life changes, transitions happen, people grow up, move out, pass away...
May I never be too busy to say I love you.
Today while on the phone with my mom; I found out a kid that I went to High School with passed away. This kid was a year younger than me. He was in a lot of my art classes with me and developed photos next to me in the dark room...
He was on a gorge and he fell 100 feet and ultimately ended up passing away... He was just out taking pictures with his friend and a log gave way which ended up launching him past his friend's grasp into the gorge. This is a failure of imagination.
Just a few days ago, I was thinking how each day is a gift. How I used to believe that and really grasp on to each day being a gift. Some how in the midst of things, I lost sight of that. Some how I started feeling as though I was entitled to life... Then my mom called me with this news.
I felt like someone had literally punched me in the gut. I gasped a bit for breath as tears filled my eyes... I just don't get how this happens. Our lives are so incredibly short. When people say: "none of us are promised tomorrow" it's the truth. It's so true that it's almost scary.
This has made me start to wonder... I constantly want to save things and hold on to random things for a "special" occasion... Why not have the special occasion today. I don't know when God will call those closest to me home... But I surely want them to know that they are on my list of special people in my life. I want them to know that they matter to me more than I can express in words.
People are important.
I hope that my friend knew that people cared about him.
Instead of thinking there will be a tomorrow... May we live in today. May we love each person in the moment and may we not take our time for granted... Soon enough life changes, transitions happen, people grow up, move out, pass away...
May I never be too busy to say I love you.
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