Today I Live…

It seems a little bit messed up that it took two deaths of friends to really get the meaning of living. We hear it everywhere, whether it be from witty Pintrest posts or some image we have seen our friends share on our Facebook feed, that we really need to “live”.

For a lot of us, this can mean many different things. I guess I’ll let you know what really living means to me.

For starters, I don’t let hanging out alone at places where I should have gobs of friends bother me as much any more. Honestly, when we focus on what should have or could have been, we often times lose out on the moment. Even if it means sitting at the bar alone or having a toast to yourself by yourself, the moment of being alive and just being to celebrate that very moment is a gift in itself.

Don’t get me wrong, being alone can still hurt at times and it isn’t always fun. For me, it took me two deaths of friends to realize that it doesn’t necessarily matter all the time. We shouldn’t wait for our moment to be perfect just to be happy since you never know when you could be dead.

Now that last part sounded absolutely morbid. No one should have to weigh how they feel about anything against a possibility that one could be dead at any moment. Living like that can encourage living in a lifestyle in fear…which is certainly paralyzing. It’s a harsh reality though that we should keep in mind because after all we are finite beings with a physical presence.

So today, I live. Whether it be with my interpersonal relationships, moments and memories that I create with others, it’s good to start really living. Even it’s just a little.