“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.”… Unknown
I first heard this quote when my 18 year-old son was killed in a car crash. The kids at his school got together … painted a sky-blue background on an enormous canvas … stenciled on this quote … and then all 200 of them signed it. At a time when we were all struggling to understand and cope this was their way of reassuring me …and probably themselves … that whilst his life may have been short … it was filled with joy and shared adventures.
None of us ever know how long or short a time we will have to spend here on good old Planet Earth … but you know what I’ve learned? I’ve come to understand that my life would be a lot less … well … “perky” … without Miss Polly in it. Things would be less shiny, bright and filled-with-hope without Ms. Sunshine. And without Capital “L” Life it would be a lot harder to travel along a road that is frequently less than straight, flat and paved! Without my friends … both internal and external … the highs wouldn’t be as high … the lows would feel a lot lower … and the number of breathtaking moments would seem infinitely smaller.
I now know that no matter how many … or how few those moments … days … or years … may be … it is not the quantity that counts … but rather the feelings with which I fill them. Whether I’m perky or melancholy the same amount of time between birth and death will still pass for me … Life will still present me with the same opportunities … and I will still have innumerable opportunities to make different choices. The only thing that will be different … when I arrive at my End-of-Days and look back … will be how much joy did I allow myself to feel? … how much love did I share and allow others to share back? … and in how many moments did I clap my hands in delight and thank Life for “taking my breath away”?
Godspeed and Joyful Journeying Everyone