Hi all 🙂
I had trouble coming up with a topic for today’s post, so I asked myself a seemingly simple question:
What is the meaning of life?
This is probably something we have all heard before and has become a little cliché, but haven’t really taken the time to truly think about. Why are we alive? What is it that makes us wake up and gives us the energy to move forward?
If this question was asked to me in the past, I would have said: “That’s ridiculous. We are obviously here to eat, sleep, and die. What else is there?”
Often times, we all become so consumed with our daily jobs and tasks that we don’t notice anything else. You might think your existence depends on that presentation for your company, or that six figure paycheck, or the $600,000 car you want to buy.
The truth is that there’s so much more to life than work. Remember that time you stopped to make cupcakes with your daughter? Or went outside to play catch with your son? You giggled, you laughed until your stomach hurt, and maybe you even cried a little as the frosting got in your hair. Your child just had the best day of their life spending time with Mom or Dad, and they will never forget it. They might even say: “I love you Mom/Dad.” That smile on your child’s face as they said that made taking a sick day from work SO worth it.
So if you are feeling stressed out because of your daily life, spend time with your family or friends. Have fun and laugh a little 🙂 The precious moments you spend with them will create everlasting memories to hold on to forever.
To end, I will post a short story:
“Daddy, daddy! Let’s play a game!” Little Maxine tugged on her father’s shirt sleeve, trying to coax him to get off the couch.
“Not now, sweetheart, Daddy’s tired.” Her father shrugged and turned the other way. A visible frown spread across Maxine’s face, and she wandered into the kitchen.
“No! Bad dog! You get back here!” Maxine’s mother shouted from the stove. The yellow dog bolted out of the kitchen and into the living room. Maxine’s mother sighed and went back to stirring a bubbling pot.
Maxine knew better than to disturb her mother when she was angry, so Maxine dejectedly trotted upstairs and into her bedroom. She gathered the stray crayons and pieces of paper on the floor and sat down with a plop. Before she could begin drawing, she heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.
“Alfie!” Maxine giggled. The dog walked inside and lay down beside her, placing its head in her lap. It smiled sweetly as Maxine pat it on the head.
“Let’s play a game, Alfie!” Maxine exclaimed. She walked into the hallway and picked up a frayed tennis ball that Alfie had left there some time ago.
“Catch!” Maxine haphazardly threw the ball in front of her, and Alfie ran to grab it. Alfie ran back to Maxine and dropped the ball in front of her feet. Maxine began giggling and clapped in delight. She threw the ball several more times, and Alfie returned the ball to her feet every time.
“What’s going on up here?” Maxine’s mother walked up the stairs to see Maxine tightly hugging Alfie.
“Catch!” Maxine said. Alfie retrieved the ball and looked at Maxine expectantly.
“Mind if I try?” Maxine’s mother asked. She grabbed the ball and threw it. The ball landed underneath Maxine’s bed, and Alfie began whining. In tune, Maxine started to cry, her game now ruined. Maxine’s mother bent down to give Maxine a hug.
“Shh. Don’t cry. I’ll go and get it, okay?” Maxine’s mother remained in this embrace for several moments until she gently broke away to retrieve the ball. She lay on the floor and reached her hand into the dusty underside of the bed. Resisting the urge to sneeze, she quickly grabbed the ball and dusted it off.
“Catch!” She said. She threw the ball to Maxine, and it landed in her lap. Alfie ran over and gently retrieved it.
Maxine wiped away her tears and smiled. This game wasn’t ruined after all.
“I love you Mom. I love you Alfie.” Maxine said and hugged her mother’s leg.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”