Lately it seems for each day that passes, a new health-related incident unveils itself and shakes me to my core. People passing away from cancer in their twenties and thirties, children being diagnosed with terrible diseases before their lives have even began, and people grasping at straws in attempts to explain the unexplainable in grief and loss.
Whether from society, loved ones, or media, we are constantly reminded that our time is a short, precious gift. With these stories swirling around us daily, mixed with our own histories of trauma and loss, the lines of fear and acceptance in life begin to blur.
As children, we have the ability to ignorantly believe that a wasted day is just that. A simple drop in the bucket that will not be considered again.
But each year I grow, learn, and see more of this world, a wasted day cannot be so casually tossed aside. A wasted day could be the last opportunity for enjoying our loved ones, laughing in the sunshine, or smelling a fresh batch of french-pressed coffee urging your senses to awaken.
And this knowledge stunts me in fear lately. Instead of spending days embracing each moment with a gratitude-filled heart, time has been spent focusing on the ‘what if’s’ in life. Time has been slipping between my fingers before I’ve captured the moment and I feel desperate to yell out, “Come back! Please, come back.”
I stand in limbo at the crossroads of fear and acceptance in life. Do I fear how little time I or my loved ones may have? Or do I accept that life is a short-lived gift that should be embraced wholeheartedly every day?
Do I fear living a shallow life filled with pursuits that aren’t true to my heart, but necessary for the time being? Or do I accept that my life is in transition between hard-learned realities and passion-filled dreams?
I often look to my feet to remind myself of which path to walk in life. As silly as that may sound, this quick glance is more than a reminder that my feet can carry me where I need to go. With one foot memorializing a love once lost (my past), and one reminding me to fear shallow living (my present and future), I always seem to find the right path eventually.
So here, I trudge forward. Step by step, moment by moment, breath by breath. Casting away the fear and worries of yesterday, and focusing on the beautiful moments of today.
The pitter-patter of autumn’s raindrops outside, tempting me to jump in puddles and embrace my inner-child. The warm, damp breeze circling through the trees, making echoes that sound like exclamatory remarks. The smile received after helping a student learn new ways to approach old learning.
Today is just plain beautiful.
How do you face your fears?
What ways do you embrace the beauty of each day?