As I wrote a couple of weeks ago, an old friend died of cancer recently. Two friends are in the chemotherapy phase of their cancer treatment, and a little girl I know has been clear of cancer for a couple of years now. I could go on, naming family members and friends who are or have been fighting this disease. All of us could do the same.
This isn’t about cancer. It’s about the gratitude I feel for having good health and about my sense of obligation to live my life appropriately and gratefully because I have this healthy life. I want to use it well.
I was a student, a wife and mother, a teacher and a counsellor. I gave a lot and felt useful. Since retiring nearly five years ago, I tried to contribute, by founding a society that brings programs to my island for families with babies, toddlers and preschoolers, and being part of the Emergency Services here.
My writing brings me a new kind of satisfaction. I share some of my own thoughts and feelings about life. I entertain. I bring pleasure to readers. I’m not solving world problems, but I do bring something to the world that’s positive.
Beyond that, I try to live an honest, conscious life. I try to connect with things and people in my environment each day in ways I consider to be positive. I take the time to enjoy the wind in the treetops and notice the expression on a person’s face. I lend a hand where I can and talk with people I meet. Authenticity and connectedness are my goals.
I try to live each day and each moment of each day as though it mattered.
Maybe that’s enough.
What do you think?