It's a chiche, but do you ever stop to think just how short life really is, and how little time we actually have? I've been thinking about this a lot lately - I don't know about anyone else, but perhaps having kids is a reminder of your own mortality? that time is eventually going to run out, that you are going to grow old and die one day.
I don't mean this post to come across as being morbid in any way, it's just something I've been thinking about recently. I was hoping that when I die, I would have lived a long and full life, and done all the things I'd wanted to do, and not have been held back by fear. As an atheist, I belive that this is it. I don't believe in an afterlife, I don't think there is anything beyond this.
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of missing out on all the wonderful things that the world has to offer. I would miss spending time with my family - in particular, with Tim and Vivi, with my parents, siblings - I would miss my valuable and inspiring friends. I would miss music, laughter, the breathtaking beauty of a sunrise (now, there's a cliche if ever there was one!), I would miss feeling inspired and that feeling that you get sometimes where you feel as though you're going to live forever and ever and ever. I would miss watching our daughter grow up, and see the awesome person that I know she's going to become.
I am 31 years old now, who knows how much longer I'll have left - I'm hoping it'll be a long time -another lifetime and a bit, but who's to know? I guess the whole point is to make the most of what you have, and if you don't like what you have, then to do what you can to change things and to make life worth living - both for yourself, and for those you love.
Because in the end, it's all about love.
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