I think we all get very busy in our lives between family, friends and responsibilities. It is easy to forget or lose perspective about the sum of our lives. Since stepping onto this spiritual path seventeen years ago, I’ve learned that every moment is precious. All we have is the present. . .the here and now.
That might seem simplistic, but think about it. Do we have a guarantee that we will be alive one second from now? Or, that our loved ones will be? How long does it take to die? I don’t mean to be blunt, but all of our time is precious.
I think that every time someone in our life dies, we have a glimpse of the fragile state of our physical existence. I use to work in the corporate world for one of the biggest companies in the Puget Sound region. In one year, four of my co-workers died. Three were sudden deaths, and one was from cancer. Two of the three were heart attacks, and the other was a freak car accident. These sudden changes made me stop, and re-assess my life.
These deaths influenced my decision to leave the corporate world, and pursue my dream of being a professional photographer/artist. I decided that I didn’t want to wake up at 40 wondering what could have been. . .wishing I could change my decisions. I left when I was 34 years old.
A little less than two years later, my mom died of cancer. She was 56 years old. She never had the time to cherish her moments on this planet, and was always helping others. She ran from her personal demons, hiding in things outside herself.
It’s hard to write about this and my feelings, because I know that I will most likely offend most of my family members. It was hard to watch her slowly fade away, and finally die. I do know that I prayed for her daily, if not multiple times per day. I knew that I couldn’t cure her of the illness, but I could be supportive. The last Thanksgiving we had together was strained, and my dad screamed at me in the hospital lobby (in front of everyone). Like I said, it’s hard to write about. . .
So, what we do with our precious moments can only be defined by ourselves. It is the way we touch those in our lives. It becomes what we give to our family and friends. It gives the world an understanding of who we are, and what we want to be. . .
Love & Light to All. . .Karen