Life is such a beautiful gift which we often squander. Possessions,
fame, notoriety and simple vain drama leads us to merely travel through life. As
I stated on Facebook the other day, I fought to get into this world and my life
is a constant struggle, yet I cherish every second of it. Several times I have
looked into the darkness and had it look back only to awake me from my momentary
lapse of reason and fight for my life. Never do we fight as hard as we do when life
is involved. Be it ours, a loved one or in the line of duty we fight for life.
Yet so many of us do not own the life we are given. As Americans we believe in
a rich life filled with stuff and status points, sadly though many of us are
not living. Life is for the living and not those merely burdened by the “status
possession monster”. Sound like a load of crap? Do yourself a favor and ask
yourself some questions. As you sit alone and honest with yourself be truthful
and ask if you are living or surviving. I often am surviving but I alone made
that choice. I have traded a career I love for one that I dread yet it provides
me with “stuff” that I like. Can you be honest and say what brought you here
and why? I may work for corporate America and have more stuff than most but I
OWN IT! My life is mine and I choose and accept all that it is. I live by my
rules and I do as I please yet am I free? We make grandiose statements like
that to make it seem as if we are in control, but are we? I may live and do as
I please but I am still bound by my own life. Now we get to the struggle of
life and here is the beauty in the fight. Yes every day I struggle! Be it to
get outta bed, the pains of a life lived at WFO speed, the dread of going to
work or the fear of failure: I STRUGGLE! In those moments of struggle I
remember: Life is for the living and I choose to live it! In this rambling rant
take one point away, it’s your life and you can own it and do as you please. You
hold the brightest hottest purest power in the universe: your own destiny! So
go forth and make your life but think about it, be honest and today pledge to
do something for you which will lead to you owning your life and making it
yours.
Funny how life can trigger a memory by a mere smell, glance or song and today it did again. As I listened to Alabama sing “Feels so right” I was transported back to 4H Congress dance from my formidable years. Since I was able to walk my parents made me speak in public (and thank you for it) especially in 4H and FFA affiliated activities. Well little did I know how far or what a benefit that would be. As I spoke at the NC state level 4H competition for several years I began to make friends and have my little crew with me. We did it all together and were inseparable but being pre internet and Facebook we did little in talking over the year so we made up for it when we could. Being a teenager at a large competition of other teenagers was daunting but crazy rewarding. We had the run of NC State University in the summer and we demonstrated our zest for life in all we did. I vividly remember a girl name Helena from 4H camp. She was everything beautiful and different (thanks Keith Urban “Stup
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