Life is so short
This afternoon as I was walking my dogs, I came across, what can only be described as a shrine, to a teenage girl who tragically died earlier this year. Her friends had covered a tree with snap chat photos, (you know the ones with all the filters), poems, ribbons, hearts, and comments.
My heart broke. It broke for the girl whose life has been cut so short, for her family, for her friends, for all those who knew her. It also broke for the wasted years of my own life where I was so unhappy and I was too scared to do anything to make a change. This child had her whole life ahead of her and it has been taken away, I had my life but was not living.
I am the lucky one, with the right support around me, I was finally brave enough to leave, to start again, to find my courage and follow my heart. I have the opportunity to wake up every day and live.
Seeing the grief today has brought home how precious our lives are; we never know which day will be our last. I feel that I have wasted so many of my precious years by being unhappy that this second chance that I have been given, is a gift and I must make the most of every single day. Sure, there are times when the enormity of what I have been through hits me and the tears start to fall and I just can’t stop crying but overall, I am starting to feel calm and at peace with myself. I’m even starting to have a decent night of sleep, even though I don’t have a bed yet. that is another story!
One of the most important things I have learned is to trust the timing of my life, there is a reason why everything happens at that precise moment. The reason may not be clear at the time but stick with it. Life is precious and oh so short.