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It's been five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes since the last new years. How time flies by so quickly and already, we're wanting for next year to come. How we forget to slow down every once in a while and just enjoy the time that we have with each other. How we forget to think about the blessings in out lives and just dwell on the negativity. How we, in the short amount of time we have on this Earth, forget to live.
In these past five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, we spend each minute waiting for the next minute to come, never savoring the full sixty seconds of each minute to the fullest. In the past five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, all of us have had our good moments and our bad moments. You may have had your heart broken. You may have had your heart super-glued back together by a special person. You may have gone broke and couldn't pay your rent. You may have gotten a job that paid lavishly. You may have fallen in and out of love. You may have laughed. You may have cried. You may have lost a few friends. You may have made a few new friends. You may have lost an old love. You may have found a new love. You may have done a lot of things in the past five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. But there is only one thing you need to ask yourself--in the past five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, did you live life to the fullest? Were you alive?
Of course life is not perfect. I never said such a thing nor will I ever. I know life has its downsides. Drama arise. Hearts are broken. Tears are cried. Yells are screamed. Anger fuses into our clenched fist as our blood pressure rises. Yes, I too have gone through the many obstacles of life this past year. But I always try to move on. I refuse to dwell on feelings of hopelessness because I know I can not waste time away on things I know can not chance. I accept it, move on, and continue to enjoy the things in my life that makes me happy. I acknowledge my blessings.
Sometimes life isn't what you wanted it to be. Sometimes love isn't what you wanted it to be or have it end up the way you want. We weep over the tragive tale that has finally ended happily never after. The drama grows. We become impatient. And we dweel. We dwell on the smallest details of what could've gone wrong. You yell. You argue. You cry. You heart is broken or maybe you broke their heart. You're afraid. You're afraid of loving again. You're afraid of gettin ghurt again. And then you cry some more. Out of the five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, how many of those minutes did you spend weeping over someone? Or just crying in general? After all of that, you find it hard to move on. But if you look at it this way, if you're really meant to be together in the end, then whatever happens now and then, no matter what happens, will only point you two back together. If you walk around with that belief, imagine the number of minutes you would save that could be used to laugh and smile and live.
Some spend their minutes away working, studying, making money, believe that money will make life easier for all of us and therefore, make us happy. But look around you. Look at the many faces that makes you smile each day. Those are your friends and family. Those people are the ones that make you happy. Those are your blessings. The time that you spend with them, the laughter and the tears you share, cherish those moments. Live for those moments. I guess you can call me a bohemian. Call me what you will. But in the next five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, I want to live life fully, because I know in the end, those minutes may expire at any time.
So I leave you with a little quote for the next five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes:
"Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all you might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough."
--William Saroyan
In these past five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, we spend each minute waiting for the next minute to come, never savoring the full sixty seconds of each minute to the fullest. In the past five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, all of us have had our good moments and our bad moments. You may have had your heart broken. You may have had your heart super-glued back together by a special person. You may have gone broke and couldn't pay your rent. You may have gotten a job that paid lavishly. You may have fallen in and out of love. You may have laughed. You may have cried. You may have lost a few friends. You may have made a few new friends. You may have lost an old love. You may have found a new love. You may have done a lot of things in the past five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. But there is only one thing you need to ask yourself--in the past five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, did you live life to the fullest? Were you alive?
Of course life is not perfect. I never said such a thing nor will I ever. I know life has its downsides. Drama arise. Hearts are broken. Tears are cried. Yells are screamed. Anger fuses into our clenched fist as our blood pressure rises. Yes, I too have gone through the many obstacles of life this past year. But I always try to move on. I refuse to dwell on feelings of hopelessness because I know I can not waste time away on things I know can not chance. I accept it, move on, and continue to enjoy the things in my life that makes me happy. I acknowledge my blessings.
Sometimes life isn't what you wanted it to be. Sometimes love isn't what you wanted it to be or have it end up the way you want. We weep over the tragive tale that has finally ended happily never after. The drama grows. We become impatient. And we dweel. We dwell on the smallest details of what could've gone wrong. You yell. You argue. You cry. You heart is broken or maybe you broke their heart. You're afraid. You're afraid of loving again. You're afraid of gettin ghurt again. And then you cry some more. Out of the five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, how many of those minutes did you spend weeping over someone? Or just crying in general? After all of that, you find it hard to move on. But if you look at it this way, if you're really meant to be together in the end, then whatever happens now and then, no matter what happens, will only point you two back together. If you walk around with that belief, imagine the number of minutes you would save that could be used to laugh and smile and live.
Some spend their minutes away working, studying, making money, believe that money will make life easier for all of us and therefore, make us happy. But look around you. Look at the many faces that makes you smile each day. Those are your friends and family. Those people are the ones that make you happy. Those are your blessings. The time that you spend with them, the laughter and the tears you share, cherish those moments. Live for those moments. I guess you can call me a bohemian. Call me what you will. But in the next five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, I want to live life fully, because I know in the end, those minutes may expire at any time.
So I leave you with a little quote for the next five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes:
"Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all you might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough."
--William Saroyan