In light of recent tragedies (Boston Marathon, Newtown, friends and family battling cancer, all the other crazy shit that happens in this world), I’ve been thinking a lot about how precious our time on this earth is and how nothing, NOTHING in the future is promised to us. Anything can happen at any second. Because of this, one question has been stuck in my mind all morning:
Am I living my life or am I merely existing?
Through my happiness experiment I’ve tried really hard to stay present, focus on the moment and have gratitude for all the little things I experience each day. And yet each evening I find myself so zombified after a long commute that all I want to do is look at Pinterest and go to bed by nine. The only hours of my day I truly have for myself, wasted.
It’s too easy to think, “I’ll do it tomorrow/this weekend/next month/someday.” But what if tomorrow never comes? (You’re welcome for the Garth Brooks earworm by the way.) Would I be satisfied with what I’ve accomplished to this point? Were my last words – spoken and/or written – kind? Did I spend enough time with my family? Does everyone important to me know how much I love them? Most importantly, was I happy? If I’m truly living my life, the answers will be Yes.
Guess I have some work to do. Starting today, obvs. I’m curious, are you living your life or are you merely existing?