There are those moments. You are filled with such happiness, you know that you ARE living the very best of what life can offer you… I love these moments, I love the fact that I can more often than ever pause for them and feel them deeply.
I never thought about wanting to live a long life. I know these words shocked many I shared them with. I couldn’t always explain it either, what I meant by them. Maybe, because it wasn’t even clear to me for a long time. But I think it’s getting more and more obvious to me, as time goes by.
I never felt the urge to strive for a long life. But sure as hell I want to spend the time I get LIVING. Being there, feeling – being – experiencing in the most curious, joyful and simple way possible. I want to LIVE. And if I let myself be guided by these thoughts, it won’t be the length of my time spent here on earth that matters most. I want to be there for my son while he needs me. I would love to see him grow into a courageous human being full of passion, kindness and love in his heart. I do hope I get enough time to see that. But even that time I must spend doing my very best at living. Because how else I could possibly set an example…
There is this tricky question we might get asked time to time – or maybe you’ve just thought / read about it (and might or might not thought about your answer to it…): what would stand on your grave if / when you left this life?
For a long time now, there is a calming certainty in my mind if I think about ‚my answer‘: SHE HAS LIVED. ❤
If only it would be true to its core, day by day – I want to have lived – and then I want to die.
And here’s to those happy moments of being, doing, trying, living…
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