I remember the day my cat died. I was down at school and my mom called to break the bad news.
She was upset and I was in the kitchen washing a pot. I was home alone and my heart sank.
I felt bad that my mom and brother found him. I was pissed that I wasn’t there.
The Sunday before I drove back down to school, his cry sounded a little different, but I couldn’t quite understand what he was saying.
I knew now.
I can’t count the number of times that I’ve placed the unimportant in front of what’s truly valuable.
How many times have I rushed out without saying goodbye?
How many times have I forgotten to say I love you?
How many times have I ignored the things that mean the world to me?
We all over inflate the tiny things and let our minds get the best of us. But I’m not sure how much longer we can survive focusing on what turns out to be meaningless.
I know life gets hectic. I know we’re all busy. But I also know that none of that matters the day that life falls apart. The useless stuff disappears and at the blink of an eye we’re yanked back to reality.
We remember what matters when it’s too late.
Don’t wait. There’s no need to.
Flowers only last so long without water.
Give your attention to what’s calling you. Below the thoughts and words.
In the silence.