Life is too short
to not eat dessert
to stand on the edge of the dance floor
to hold back hugs
to make half-hearted promises
to not toast to friendship
to worship your cellphone
to walk when your soul wants to dance
to date for anything other than marriage
to try to look like him or her
to miss your kid’s piano recital
to think your dream career is stupid
to stop playing dress-up
to never go skinny dipping
to pass up Girl Scout cookies
to put off prayer
to give up the fight
We don’t know the beauty, the delicate blossom that is life, until we see it so quickly whisked away.
Maybe you’ve been touched by death. Maybe you haven’t. At some point, you will. It’s something no human can avoid and at the risk of sounding morbid, I’m glad we can’t escape it.
We aren’t meant to live forever. Your dance illuminates because it is yours. It’s a role written for you that only you can play. And as in any play, there is a time when you enter and a time when you exit.
Days are numbered. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. And if another tomorrow doesn’t come, I want go knowing that my life was an attempt to live as fiercely passionate as the mercy and grace He rains.
Add your truths. I’m curious what you believe.