We lose touch so easily. There’s always so much going on. That one conversation, text, email, intent to hang out…gets pushed further and further back. Priorities get shifted and the span between you and your friend, has now become quite a distance. Maintaining our relationships takes a lot of effort but it’s worthwhile. Don’t let your relationships fade. That bond is hard to get back.
We lose track of time so easily. One day turns into weeks that turns into a couple of months and suddenly…a year has gone by. Time flies! We all know that. Our time is extremely valuable. So we must make the most of it. Carpe Diem right? Don’t let the lack of time be your excuse. Make the time!
We lose opportunities so easily. There are open doors all around us. Everywhere. It’s not just when one door closes, another door opens. Our short-sightedness doesn’t allow us to see all the open doors and golden opportunities. So take a look around. Push a little harder on that door…maybe it’s ajar…it could just be a stubborn door. Don’t lose sight of the present. That life-changing opportunity might be right in front of you.
We lose too much too easily. On a day to day basis. And we lose a part of ourselves during the process. Not everyday is a good day but as long as you’re having more good days than bad, you are doing okay. If you aren’t there yet, no worries…you will get there when the time is right. Don’t let your current circumstance define what your future holds. It’s just a phase. Hold on and be strong. It can last a long time but it’s something that, once you rise above it, will fuel you for the rest of your life.
These are words I always have to remind myself of. Daily. I need to make the effort to nurture my relationships. I need to make the time. I need to stay in the present moment. I remind myself that circumstances do change. If I didn’t go through my own rough period, my life would not be the same. That empowerment came from rising from my struggles. I am grateful for this life. Everyday.
This post is dedicated to my old friend Chris. He had a contagious smile and a good heart. His authenticity will forever stay in my heart. You will be missed and never forgotten. R.I.P Chris
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” -Maya Angelou
R.I.P Maya Angelou
photo credit: By Dustin Scarpitti
Yesterday I witnessed love in the most beautiful form…the love of a parent. Never-ending, guiding, protective love. It is unique to each parent-child bond and sometimes, the simplest ways that parents express love goes unnoticed. But the love is there.
My sister-in-law came into town to visit and she always stays at her parent’s house when she comes home. She was planning to go out last night and this was the conversation between her dad (my father-in-law) and her:
DAD: “Oh you’re going out tonight?”
SIL: “Yep, just to watch a movie.”
DAD: “Are you coming home to sleep?”…with a little bit of panic and worry that an average person would never sense
SIL: “Of course.”
DAD: “Ok.”…with relief
My sister-in-law is 28 years old and a grown woman. But she will ALWAYS be daddy’s little girl. A father’s love never fades. She may be grown and able to take care of herself but he will always worry about her and want to protect her. It was a simple conversation that I was a witness to. A normal conversation. But there is such deeper meaning to the simple things sometimes. He cares so much about his little girl and wants to protect her and he just needed peace of mind…that when she gets home, she will be safe under his roof. I am lucky that I have gained such a loving father in my life. He is an amazing man.
Sometimes I think that my own father must love me deep down, just as good fathers do. I think that the generational gap and cultural barrier doesn’t allow him to show me or tell me that he cares that much. But then I’m reminded of his hurtful words and actions…and I tell myself that he had many opportunities to see the wrong-doing in his “ways of showing love.” Although I no longer speak to him because I was tired of getting hurt all the time, there is still a very small part of me that hopes and prays that he will show up one day. Not literally show up outside my door (I would hate that) but that he will be my dad and act as a loving father would and try. Being a dad isn’t about just being related by blood. You have to act as a father would, be involved and care like dads do, and tell as well as show your kids how much you love them…everyday.
The truth of the matter is that it’s never too late. It’s never too late to show that you care…to try to right the wrong…to show that you have changed…to try to win your daughter’s love back and show why you are deserving of re-entering my life… It’s never too late to make new memories…to get to know my new family…to say things that you have never said in 30 years but had always thought and couldn’t find the words to say. It’s never too late…until you’re gone forever.
Today I leave you with two quotes from Nelson Mandela that really resonate with me.
No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not ended.”
– Nelson Mandela –
It is a long journey so don’t stop. Walk on…