Life... Too short at times...

I was reminded this week, unfortunately, of how quickly this life can be taken from you... I know I'm guilty of taking a lot for granted. We all are. Or at least the vast majority of us.  But every once in a while, something tragic occurs... Something to make you step back and reflect. All too often it involves someone that didn't deserve it. I struggle with that sometimes... The whole "bad things, happening to good people" scenario. I wonder if it's a greater power's way of putting us in check. Making us stop and ask ourselves if we are really living life to the fullest. Are we doing everything in our capacity to make a difference...? To be all that we can be...? Because maybe if it happened to someone that deserved it, we wouldn't even stop to   ponder it. That bothers me. More often than not at times... All I know, is that right now, my heart aches for a family... A family questioning everything they thought they knew about life. A family asking, "why"? I know what that feeling is like. I've been there... Trying desperately to wrap my head around something that just doesn't make sense. A life cut way too short. There's really nothing that can be said or done to make it feel better... It just takes time... An eternity is what it can feel like... But it does get easier. It just doesn't seem fair. But if we can take anything from it, maybe just for a second, we would realize that everything we have is a privilege. And that we should spend more time uplifting people around us. And spend less time tearing people down. Life is too damn short... It really is... Even at 36 years old, 85 seems to soon. It's never enough... Is it? Make every day count for something... And try, if at all possible, to stop taking life for granted. Don't wait for something to happen... Something to make you realize how short this life can be...

Decisions...

   We make them every day, right? What to wear? What to eat? The list goes on. But some days we are forced to make a decision that will directly affect another person(s). These are usually the hardest decisions to make. Personally, I have spent a large portion of my life trying to stay away from making those types of decisions. Mainly, because I don’t like to intentionally hurt someone else (usually). But if I had, maybe my marriage would have turned out better (doubtful), maybe my career path would have changed. I wonder how differently my life would be if I had bitten the bullet in my past and confronted some of the harder decisions head on. Ultimately, I would still be the same person (I think). But maybe I would be happier with myself. Not that I’m not happy, but we could always be happier, right?! I have never been the type to dwell too much on the past, but it seems lately I have become a bit more reflective. Maybe I’m getting older. Maybe I’m getting wiser. Maybe I’m just full of shit, even with myself. Who knows?? I think a lot of my problem was that I was never worried about the consequences of a bad decision. I think I am a little more so, now. Is that maturity? Fuck, I hope not! That means I AM getting old. But, I do care when a decision I make directly affects another. In a perfect world that would never happen, but there would be all day happy hour in that world too. Not sure why I decided to be serious for 2 seconds. I guess I need to even out all my sarcasm every once in a while. Must be the Gemini in me, or the vodka… Anyway…