SFH #108: The Cycle

Our time here is a gift

Everything comes to an end, even us. I find myself often torn between wanting to embrace life and running scared in an almost automated fashion. Why can't I just let go for good? Why can't I accept life fully in every moment? I had a good friend pass away recently. I was humbled talking to her in the weeks before she left us. She was so brave. Ready to welcome her end. She was/is a gift to many people, including me.

I don't have the answer that I want so badly, how to wake up – to open my eyes and make the most of my limited time here. I've read about others having this defining and enlightening moment like Eckhart Tolle or Byron Katie. Indeed, it's possible if they can change, then so can we. While I haven't turned the corner of fully stepping into every moment and savoring each breath like my friend Carly in the end, I can remind myself every day that I will perish. Sooner rather than later, it will sink in. Life is flow. We are born into this world. We will leave this world. 

I'm grateful for the gift of my time, my health, and this life.