Earlier today I got to thinking about how life can be taken for granted.Not only life I mean, but every single molecule we just assume will get together tomorrow to service our expectations in having a seamless 'tomorrow'.
I heard something today about someone who passed away too suddenly and had no time to say how much he loved some people and his own life. This thought was just frightening in itself. Not the fact that you will pass away one day,for we are all sure about that, but the possibility of being surprised by simply the end of life.
Anyways, it is even more important to see how many of us are actually living their lives as they should,they could or even, how they wanted it to be lived.
Imagine yourself as a director of a movie.But instead of a movie, it is your life.
We insist to choose the wrong actors, cheap scenarios and we lip-synch our internal voice for the sound of something we didn't mean to say or be.
Recently I learned to simply say I love you more often.
Not that I would go around saying I love you's to the lady at the bus stop or to the nice boy collecting recycled bins.Just the fact of simply saying it,and more meaning it,to those you care and make a difference in your life.
Back to the guy who missed the chance to say what he wanted before leaving, it is like having that big golden chance to strike your fears and not doing it, the chance to laugh out loud and just sending out a yellow smile...
Sometimes we get so twirled by the routine that we don't take simply the time to appreciate the colours we have around us.
I live each day,being sure that I loved not how I should,but how I wanted,with all my heart from my playmobils to my dearest treasure in life, my two boys.
I can sound silly,but I want,each day,to sound like myself,the one who loved this much and is sure and glad,to be so loved.
