I cried this Morning.

"I woke up early on my born day..."

And I cried this morning. Uncontrollably.

I got out of bed and dropped to my knees. I began to reflect on my life thus far.. the good and the bad.. the happy and the sad.. all of it. And then it started- a constant flow of tears.. an outpouring of emotion. I was overcome with joy at this very moment.

Tears of Joy.

And it was all because of Life. I am so thankful and grateful for the opportunity to live. I am in love with life. I genuinely appreciate this chance to learn, to grow, and leave my mark on this world.

This is the second time, (that I can remember anyway) that I have cried because I was happy. The first time was during the birth of my son. I was so happy that he came out with all his toes, fingers, and etc. Lol.. that the tears just began to run down my cheek.

"You never know when it's your time to go..."

The world is an amazing but crazy and random place. You never know what you will encounter throughout your life, even when you think you have something all planned out. Accidents happen, violence happens, your time.. will happen. So cherish the memories of your past, submerge yourself in the present and prepare for the future.

I urge you all to LIVE and Live Now!
There's no promise of a second time around.

Take care of yourself. Respect yourself. Love yourself. 

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