The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Live as you will wish to have lived when you are dying.
~Christian Furchtegott Gellert
Waste not the smallest thing created, for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity. Waste not the smallest time in imbecile infirmity, for well thou knowest that seconds form eternity.
We are always getting ready to live but never living.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there.
My drive home today was very contemplative of life now and life, later. I thought about life after this one, and how we so often live as if our time here is never going to end. We spend important moments on unimportant worries. We forget to embrace those we love simply because we are embracing the laundry or the vacuum. Having recently lost two very special individuals in my life, the enormity of this loss and the importance of cherishing each day, valuing each moment, is so apparent to me.
When you rush out the door in the morning, too hurried to give your family a quality "goodbye", step back and truly take a moment to hug them tightly, let your embrace linger, and pretend, just for a moment, that this moment is all that exists for you. Forget about the drive to work, or the numerous to do lists that await you - I promise, the lists will still be there; however, this moment will not. It's fleeting and fast and it's precious. Embrace it; embrace them, those you love and tell them. Tell them now; today.
And, I Hope You Dance...