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In The End, Only
Three Things Matter: How Much You Loved, How Gently You Lived, And How
Gracefully You Let Go Of Things Not Meant For You.
These are the thoughts I try to remember. Why did I choose for this to
happen? What is the lesson here? It's as if I have a check-list of
lessons to learn in a limited amount of time. One big obstacle course
and scavenger hunt and labyrinth and capture-the-flag and hide and seek
game all combined into what we call life.
So when it rains, I remember that it is on purpose.
When I can't see clearly through the window, I accept that maybe I'm not meant to.
When the doors don't open, I trust that I'm meant to take the longer way through for a better reason.
When I make a mistake, I know that tests can be taken again. Wrong sizes
can be exchanged. Pencils have erasers. Computers allow us to cut and
paste. Wounds heal and scar tissue is stronger.
Have you ever cut someone out of your life because you saw yourself in them?
