Dizzying Serendipity
“Life is gritty and hard and then suddenly it is brilliant and amazing.”― Mel Robbins
“We can spend our lives fretting about our deaths, or we can use our brief time to sink deeper into the experience of being human, for all it entails. The good, the tricky, the impermanent. We can acknowledge our death will one day come and use that knowledge to create a life so whole, so honest, so juicy, that it is worth leaving. I have seen over and over human beings’ personal reckonings in the final moments of life. It begs the question: What must I do to be at peace with myself so that I may live presently and die gracefully?
Without our deaths, none of it would matter. There would be no context for what we do. When we live in relationship to our mortality, it adds direction to our actions, truth to our words, rapture to our experience, authenticity to our being, and maybe pounds to our hips. We can make choices that resonate with the core of our being, free from societal expectations and the judgment of others.
While our lives and choices may seem insignificant in the grand scheme of things, they are not. With the dizzying serendipity that must occur for us to be born, the fact that we live is a miracle.”― Alua Arthur, Briefly Perfectly Human
A family funeral brings to the forefront what is important, or should be
Brevity of days
Blessings and duty of relationships
Friends and family who show up to be present, to remember
Sweet memories, funny stories
Today is ours to make or to fritter away
Life keeps “life”-ing
Twists and turns
Not getting our way
What we care about
What we need to let go
People disappointing us
Us disappointing people
What we create, who we are, how we spend our time
Our thoughts, words, actions, inactions
Daily choices to be present, attune, grateful or not
To seek joy, peace, kindness, delight, laughter, play
Life, which is this day, matters
Love well, with dizzying serendipity
“At every step in our path, some possibilities die behind us while others bloom before us, and in every transition, even the joyful ones, there is grief.”― Alua Arthur, Briefly Perfectly Human
