A little death makes life more meaningful.
As this virus rages on, more and more of what we’ve been taking for granted becomes clearer and clearer, at least to me. Interaction with people, visiting your favorite places, your livelihood; so many aspects of our lives have been changed literally overnight.
This really got me thinking. When our lives turn normal again, what will we as a human race do different? What long term effects will this virus really spawn? If any.
I can only speak for me. But the other day I was looking through old pictures. Not like physical pictures, but digital memories. I was struck with just how many memories Lindsey and I made going places. Experiencing things together. Creating adventures, whether that be something minor like taking the long way to church or something major like taking a boat ride together in St. Augustine with an oversized moon illuminating each other.
Sure I was there and present for it. But up until now I can’t really say I cherished those times. I experienced them. I took photos of them and logged them in my day one app. Clearer than ever now, I can see that’s not what really matters. What really matters is to be there, living the moment. Being thankful for the opportunity for memories, and not just taking all those experiences as the status quo. Living those experiences as monumental happenings that we are not guaranteed, but lucky enough to obtain.
A little death indeed makes life more meaningful. When the opportunity to make memories ceased, I got ahold of how lucky and blessed we were to even embark on such memories to begin with.
This Coronavirus experience really solidifies that products, things and possessions hold little to no weight on who I am or what I want to be. I want to be a person who truly cherishes experiences with my wife and friends. If not when this social distancing is over, then when?
I don’t want another pandemic as a reminder.
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