I’ve been told the Lakota Sioux Native Americans have this turn of phrase.
I hope this doesn’t sound pretentious, as I can easily imagine it coming out all wrong. But anyhow, here we go:
I’ve been playing with this attitude for the last few days. It’s been a reminder to make the most of my moments, make the most of my day; a reminder not to compromise.
It’s so simple to take now for granted, isn’t it? Here we are with a ton of things to do, to get, to plan … and yet being stuck in that habit means we miss out on so much.
To me, a good day to die means a day lived fully, completely, drinking it all in – and not just skimmed, fast-forwarded, and ignored in a blaze of multi-tasking. A day where everything comes into perspective. Now is not the time to indulge in petty complaints. So much life is lost to the un-important, the un-controllable.
This life is precious, it really is. People do check out without a moment’s notice. I don’t want to go preparing to live and never quite getting around the actual act of living. Wouldn’t that be a shame? To get to the end, and think, “Whoops … I thought I had more time.”
And it takes no special talent, no skill, no esoteric knowledge, does it?
It’s simply showing up, fully, and claiming aliveness and alertness to what’s in front of you, while you still have it.
Here’s to the game of remembering to truly live. So little to lose and yet so much to gain.