Recently, my grandmother passed away. And, as is so often the case with the death of a family member, the regrets came along with the sadness. Why didn’t I write and visit anywhere near as often as I should have? Why didn’t I know her better? Why? Why? Why?
I realized that life is really too short not to make sure our friends and family know we love them. It’s too short to put off that visit, call, letter or email. It’s too short not to tell them we love them as much as we can.
Life is too short to create regrets.
It’s too short to put off our dreams. Whatever it is we wish for, no matter how seemingly unreachable, we must strive for it even if it’s only a bit at a time. Whether we succeed or fail or change our minds, we must persevere because life is too short to do otherwise.
And, if life is too short to miss the smallest opportunity to show our loved ones we love them and too short not to seek our dreams, then it is also too short to kick ourselves endlessly in the behind for what we did or didn’t do, should have done, messed up or put off. Each moment is an opportunity to change, to stop taking for granted that there will be time tomorrow. We can seize the here and now.
Life is too short for a lot of things. It’s up to us to decide what and start living it.
I invite you to finish the sentence: Life is too short to…
In honor of my grandmother. Daughter, sister, friend, artist, wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. April 15, 1935 – March 28, 2012.