Nothing Lasts Forever
Some days I feel like I want things to last forever. You know how it is, that day when you feel particularly happy or loved, or accomplished. When you’re on top of the world and surrounded by the best people in your life. If I could only capture this moment and bottle it, we think.
But nothing lasts forever, does it?
I suppose I’m thinking like this after seeing the images of Notre-Dame Cathedral succumbing to the flames.
Isn’t it amazing how hard we try and keep our past alive? Not just as countries and societies, (President Macron has already pledged to rebuild Notre-Dame, and money has poured in from rich philanthropists) but as individuals too. The past just seems so much more comforting and safer than the future, or even the present. And that’s despite all the statistical evidence that tells us we are safer and surrounded by more comfort than at any other time in history.
To be honest, I don’t look at the past and wish it was the present. I don’t particularly have any regrets. I made the decisions I did at the time because they seemed like the best decisions back then. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but completely useless also. How can I regret what I did (or didn’t do) back then, when what matters is what I do right now?
Sometimes, yes, we need a push.
I know I do.
And sometimes I could have done with a push when I was younger. I could have done with some encouragement to step out of my comfort zone. To create more often, and consume a little less. And yet I am here right now, in this present moment, and I am happier than I have ever been.
Sure, I have concerns, and life isn’t perfect. And I do worry about the future a little, especially for Thing One and Thing Two. Global warming, plastic pollution, overpopulation, and how they will navigate their way through an increasingly complicated, fast-paced world. I shouldn’t worry too much though. They were born into a complicated, fast-paced world and they relish it. Me? I was born long enough ago that I can remember the rag and bone man on his horse and cart, and black and white televisions that only received two channels. And I’m coping all right.
Actually, I’m not just simply coping.
I’m writing, publishing, teaching, public speaking, trail running, I have an amazing family and I am surrounded by wonderful, brilliant, creative, giving people.
I feel the need to pause for a moment and give thanks.
Who to? A higher power? Life? The planet?
I don’t think that matters too much.
I think it’s more important to be, simply, grateful.
And, let’s not forget, nothing lasts forever.
It’s important to keep that in mind too.
To focus on living in the moment.
To say, ‘This is my moment, and I am going to pause, even if ever so briefly, and take that moment to look around and appreciate it.’
After all, this all we have, isn’t it?
Today, this week, I encourage you to take a moment or two and look at the wonderful, positive, loving elements in your life. Your friends, family, your creative pursuits, the ways in which you serve others.
Take a moment.
And say thank you.
Yes, that lovely donate button is back again.
As always, I am simply putting this here for you to make up your own mind. You never know, if you donate the cost of a cup of coffee to me it might even make you smile.
I know it will make me smile.
Whatever you decide, try and smile anyway.