There's been something special about last week.
I was able to spend a little extra time with my Grandpa Eric. Luckily things on Sunday night were postponed just a bit so I had a good chunk of my evening entirely free. So I went upstairs to his room, and asked if he wanted to go on a walk outside. He said yes. And off we were. We walked around the WHOLE block of St. Mike's. There were times he said I should probably slow down so I wouldn't tire out because I still had to take him back. So I would slow my pace. I think he just enjoyed being outside.
But the truth is, I enjoyed it more.
Often in my life I get so busy with work, with a social life, upcoming school... etc etc etc. I just get busy. Like everyone else. We all get busy. I'm sorry to say that when I get busy I don't spend nearly enough time with those that I love because I know they are there and I hope they know I love them dearly. What happened special that was different this week was, I remembered how valuable life is. Don't get me wrong: work, fame, school, all that jazz is important. But does it measure up to the memories and support that comes from spending a little more time with those around you.
I was reading a talk about what social media is doing to my generation. The man talks about how we are beginning to lose the art of conversation and communication. That we are losing what this life is all about, and we are hiding behind pictures, status updates, and excuses that build our lives. I wanted to prove him wrong. So for the past week I challenged myself that anytime I wanted to watch something on Netflix, that I would text one of my sisters, or go on a walk. I thought that when I was going to check Facebook for countless hours hoping someone would post something funny that I could call up a friend or spend a little extra time with someone dear.
Then I thought about the naps that I take. Often on Sunday afternoons. I replaced that with spending extra time with my sweet Eric.
What a difference this week has made. It's like I remember why I'm here and that there is a bigger purpose besides just surviving. I am here to live, to love, and to learn. That is only slowed and on occasion stopped by remaining indoors. Because you don't love someone whom you just text. You don't live through Netflix, and you don't learn by reading Facebook. These are treasures which comes to those who live.
There is NOTHING in this world that compares to spending time with those you love. People, if you haven't understood this at all yet: LIFE IS SHORT. It is so short, and can be gone in seconds. Let's not live a life of regret. Let's not turn out to be the generation predicted. Let's be better than anyone thought. Let's LIVE, while we can, soon enough we won't be in our prime. What will all your witty Facebook status mean then?
I was able to spend a little extra time with my Grandpa Eric. Luckily things on Sunday night were postponed just a bit so I had a good chunk of my evening entirely free. So I went upstairs to his room, and asked if he wanted to go on a walk outside. He said yes. And off we were. We walked around the WHOLE block of St. Mike's. There were times he said I should probably slow down so I wouldn't tire out because I still had to take him back. So I would slow my pace. I think he just enjoyed being outside.
But the truth is, I enjoyed it more.
Often in my life I get so busy with work, with a social life, upcoming school... etc etc etc. I just get busy. Like everyone else. We all get busy. I'm sorry to say that when I get busy I don't spend nearly enough time with those that I love because I know they are there and I hope they know I love them dearly. What happened special that was different this week was, I remembered how valuable life is. Don't get me wrong: work, fame, school, all that jazz is important. But does it measure up to the memories and support that comes from spending a little more time with those around you.
I was reading a talk about what social media is doing to my generation. The man talks about how we are beginning to lose the art of conversation and communication. That we are losing what this life is all about, and we are hiding behind pictures, status updates, and excuses that build our lives. I wanted to prove him wrong. So for the past week I challenged myself that anytime I wanted to watch something on Netflix, that I would text one of my sisters, or go on a walk. I thought that when I was going to check Facebook for countless hours hoping someone would post something funny that I could call up a friend or spend a little extra time with someone dear.
Then I thought about the naps that I take. Often on Sunday afternoons. I replaced that with spending extra time with my sweet Eric.
What a difference this week has made. It's like I remember why I'm here and that there is a bigger purpose besides just surviving. I am here to live, to love, and to learn. That is only slowed and on occasion stopped by remaining indoors. Because you don't love someone whom you just text. You don't live through Netflix, and you don't learn by reading Facebook. These are treasures which comes to those who live.
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