Everyone is born with a terminal disease. Life has a hundred percent mortality rate. Sometimes that life is long, and sometimes horrifyingly short. But there is no cure for that mortality.
Sometimes I live as thought there is. As if I have infinite time. Infinite possibilities. Infinite chances. But I don’t have any of those things.
Sometimes you have to wake up from that stupor and shake yourself and ask yourself the question. Whatever that question may be. And you either evolve a little bit, or die a little bit.
I have a few questions in my mind. And it’s time to wake up.
I understand a million percent Z. It’s hard to live as if you haven’t got a tomorrow but maybe this is one way that a small change can make a huge difference. Love your guts lady. Xxx
I’m in denial.
Someone we knew and love very much died this year, so the value of living, the sheer lucky chance of it, has never been clearer. I don’t think it matters much what you do, but just to know you are doing it, and to be fully present is all. And having said that, I am off to put kids to bed and wash the dishes.
I don’t want to die a little bit, but people who don’t evolve make me die a little bit.
Beautiful and thought provoking words darling.
Lovely post, so deeply moving. I love your reply Gemma Nutshell.
Hard do to do everyday but baby steps and keep trying , when you can and give 100%, breathe a lot, appreciate the simple, laugh when you can, accept the tears and be yourself. Love this xxx
Absolutely. Sometimes we need a good slap to wake up and switch back onto life because although tomorrow is another day, tomorrow may never come. Live and drink it all in xx
I think we have no choice but to evolve. We all fight it at some point. Sometimes too much is changing and it’s overwhelming? But we all evolve and most people embrace it,There is a balance to being human. We need to live in the now but plan as if we still have 50 years up our sleeves. A bit like preparing for the worst but hoping for the best.
I wish I could live as though I were immortal. I live in fear of not living a long fulfilling life. Even going on holiday scares the bejeezus out of me b/c I’m scared of flying (well, of crashing really). Too much tragedy in the world, I just live every day hoping it doesn’t strike me. That’s not good!
These are very big thoughts indeed. I never really imagine that it’s between dying and living… it’s something inbetween. x