Life, a Gift
One of the main purposes of our lives is wrapped up in a place we don't oft look for it: the present.
When we wake up in the morning, we're often burdened by the weight of innumerable questions. "Who will I be?" "What will happen to me?" "What will I receive, or be able to give?"
But the only answer that is readily known is that we are (apparently) healthy enough to be alive for at least one more day.
That's all we know.
And as those questions form into expectations, and those expectations meet with reality, we come to the sober realization that we have little control over our lives.
And though we still feel deep down that there's purpose somewhere, we treat a full life like it's elusive—either searching in the past or future for it (or giving up the search altogether).
Either way, we miss the present, and the point.
If we've focused on youth, thinking that there lay the adventurous place where dreams come true, or if we've gazed towards the future, looking for an idyllic reality where our hard work is culminated in success—we have corrupted life.
The daring, freedom, and freshness found in youth and the hope, mystery, and longing for the future are not owned by any age—but are all attributes of something greater:
Life.
As a society, we have deified youth, and worshipped the future. When in reality, the things we strive for in them are found in our ever-changing present. Because, though our life may not have turned out how we've wanted or planned...
Life. Happens. At. The. Right. Pace.
And we should appreciate it such. One day or a hundred and twenty years of days—we should be thankful for every moment we get, when we get it.
Then, whether we enjoy the situations we're in, or whether they're easy or difficult to deal with—when we open our eyes in the morning, we can simply be glad that we've done so again. This will allow us to embrace what we have been given, and use it to make the greatest difference in the world around us.
