I remember when I was little, I told my mom that I didn't ever want to die. She would just giggle and say "you've got a long time before that happens, don't worry."
I loved my life. I loved being young and free. I loved sliding down my favorite slide. I felt like I had everything and I couldn't imagine death taking it all away from me.
I remember a few years ago when I almost thought death could be an option. Lost in depression and the depth of a dark hole, I felt like there was no way to dig myself out. What happened to that little girl who couldn't wait to wake up everyday and live the life she loved? Where did her purpose for living go? All of her happiness was gone. Pressures of life got in the way and ruined the reasons why I thought it was so special. So what was the point anymore?
I remember the day I found life's purpose again. It was probably the best day of my life. I found myself under the sun spreading my arms out wide to feel the warmth. This is why I live. I live to enjoy special moments. I live to show people that I am here, and I am ready to take on anything the world throws at me. I live so that when I do die I will be remembered for all of the great things i've done.
Life is beautiful. I can't believe I almost let myself forget that.
This is very heartfelt. It should be shared with more people.
ReplyDeleteI love your last line.
Oh, and your title.