I have some life news to share with you. It's quite an extremely tragic fact of my life. Most of you may know this about me, but it might be news to some of you. I am dying. You did indeed read that right. I am dying, and there is nothing I can do to prevent it. From the day I was born, I began to die. I currently do not have a terminal disease or some ridiculous infection. I am simply dying. Due to the toxic evil in this divine world, there is death. That death has crept upon me and is slowly taking over.
Enough about me dying; let's talk about you. I have some shocking news for you. You, too, are dying. What are we going to do about this morbid ending waiting to take our lives? I may have an answer, one that could cure dying -- living. Think about it. We do not have any control of dying. Of course, we can hold it off by attempting to live healthy lives or speak countless prayers, but the reality is we are all eventually going to die because we are human. Should we just sit around and wait to die? Absolutely not. No, we live.
Living is a verb. Ponder what it means to live and write it down. Now, I am not the kind of woman to do things halfway. I don't know about you, but I do things to the fullest. You may think I am naive to the real world. You may think I do not understand. You are probably right. But I do understand this, because I have seen people live. My uncle was a paratrooper in the Army, and he was a man who lived. When he was diagnosed with lymphoma, his body quit living -- but he did not.
My best friend's mom was told how many days she had left to live. She did not dwell on that. Instead, she lived. One night she came running into my friend's room and told us we were going to prank our youth pastor by toilet-papering his car.
My grandmother's wiener dog is currently in bad shape. His body has given up, but his soul is living. His tail wags and his ears flip when he hears our voices. He is still kicking.
Living is not only reserved for those who are close to dying. My future roommate is living, and she is very healthy. She is exploring Europe as I type this up. My mother is living, as she goes to work, yet still makes time to play Pokemon with my brother. The kids at my job are living by participating in new activities.
What can you do to live? Living is trying new foods, going new places, experiencing out-of-the-ordinary things, waking up to go to work and make someone smile and so much more. Living is not limited to going on grand vacations or eating exotic foods. However, living is going out of your comfort zone on a daily basis and growing as a human. If you are not growing, you are dwelling in dying. Meet new people, go skydiving, eat an alligator, smile at a stranger and drive your car with the radio blasting.
You know what the tragic fact of life is. But now you know the cure. Go live and love. As people, we accidentally get wrapped up in our own lives and the other people in our lives go unnoticed. We miss out on the obvious things because we are too concerned with the negative things. You were presented with a life to live. Celebrate that you are however many years not dead! Make a big deal out of the small things, compliment your neighbor, and share your cookie with a co-worker. You have the potential to make lemonade with the lemons that have death written all over them. Add some sugar, and you will be set. Enjoy your "living" lemonade.
