You’re going to die someday

And the people who love you could give a shit about your accomplishments. They’re just too busy loving you…~Ashley Stahl

I read this in one of the all too many e-letters I subscribe to. My Dad died two months ago so when I read words about dying I am drawn towards reading, toward understanding.

I wonder if we stopped long enough to let the people that want to love us, love us how would our lives be different.

What if we stopped trying to accomplish whatever it is that we scurry towards and away from?

What if we slowed down long enough to really let ourselves be loved by those who are busy trying to love us?