Remember me

Written 2-20-15

For what shall we be remembered for?

By the promises we kept?

By the anger we tried to dull?

By the magnificent way we lived?

Or, by the most epic of our failures?

When I was a child, I acted like a child - yet there should be a part of the child's awe and wonderment at each moment that we never lose.

Do you see the beauty in the soft falling snow? Or, do you see it as another bar in your prison?

Do you feel the love of the One who made you in a warm Southern breeze - or do you scorn the way it messes up your hair?

Do you long so deeply for the escape you know is coming soon that you forget to enjoy the beauty of each sunrise given to you to keep your heart at peace?

Always seek the beauty in everything. That is where maturity lies - but not just in seeking - but treating it with the preciousness it deserves.

It is the sign of the mature life that they recognize the cost of everything set before them - their own daily life included - and treat it with the level of treasure it deserves.

Do you treasure beyond measure the new dawn of a day given to you to take a hold of and use every minute of it to change the world?

Do you look at the ones who have trusted you to take care of them as a gift to enjoy and try and laugh at the ways they frustrate you?

Do you cherish the love that others feel for you - even on the tough days? Even when distance is required to keep things intact - do you still cherish that which is placed in your hands?

Do you strive to live every moment so that no one can speak reproach of yu? Is that such a desire that it fuels every decision, every choice, every turn of your day?

What shall we be remembered by? Shall those closest to us say much of the same thing those who barely know us say?

Can we breath through the curse of familiarity to treat those nearest to us with the best we can possibly give? Shall those who barely know us speak higher than those who know us best?

Cherish the gifts - the small ones from the sweet smiles and kisses from the babies that love you - to the great ones - the tender hearts filled with love that are trustingly placed in your hands - as if in any moment it can be ripped from your life. No next breath or moment is guaranteed to be the same as the next.

How shall we live? How then, shall we be remembered?

©Kristen Garcia 08-2019