We can’t go anywhere without reading a quote of some sort telling us to Live, Love or Laugh, do this, say that. Facebook is notorious for messages, so much so that even I have stopped reading all of them because my time has become so precious. My house is filled with messages…”Inspire” ~ “Freedom” ~ “Life needs more green lights!” Quotes are little snippets of thoughts that are supposed to makes us stop and think, even if for a nano second. Are the quotes becoming too frequent to absorb? Have we become desensitized to inspiration because of them? Does anyone actually contemplate their meaning anymore? Do we stop and smell the roses at all or are we all just drones who work 9-5, eat sleep and do it all again day in and day out. Where has the Whimsy gone? I want Whimsy! “What is yours will not pass you by” <~~~~ bullshit! It’s passing us all by because we all have our heads down in our message screen oblivious to the world around us! No one wants to take chances anymore. When was the last time you had eye contact with someone that made your stomach flutter! When was the last time someone said something to you that actually made you think? We are all too tired to even be tired anymore.
If you want to be inspired, spend some time in admiration of the elderly. They were once sitting right here thinking where has the time gone? I’ve been wondering how my kids could possibly be teenager! Where has the time gone? I am heading toward being ‘the elderly’ as I speak! Time flies when you’re having fun and news flash…even when you aren’t! So be in the moment and be grateful for each one you have!
I have really been affected by a couple of elderly men who come into my work and spend time chatting with me. They feel like real men who have lived, loved and laughed I am certain of it. They remind me each time I see them that life is fleeting and we don’t know when our time will be up. One has his lovely wife still with him, the other was not so lucky. Both get the biggest smile I can give when I see them walk through the door. They’re grateful to be here, living another day with their health and enjoying each moment. I have always loved older men, something about them that melts my heart. They have this silent, knowing look about them. They don’t need to boast or brag about what they did or who they are or what they’ve got. They are content with keeping from where they came to themselves. I can tell by the look in their eyes that they have a secret ember flickering inside that once lit up a room!
Anthony always starts our visit off with “you’re beautiful” and then he reaches out and touches my hand gently and smiles. I love Anthony! He told me to go for what I wanted, not to worry or think about it, whether it was a man I had my eye on or a new path in life! He brightens up my day and reminds me I can do anything I set my mind to. He said “If a man doesn’t treat you kindly and take his garbage out then move on after you konk him over the head!” <~~~~ his words not mine. Anthony is 83;) “Treat’em rough and tell’em nothing!” was advice from my Nana to me in regard to men! I think Anthony would have gotten a charge out of my Nana. I think the elderly and by elderly I mean over 80, think we aren’t made like they used to be. They have the wisdom to be calm and mellow. I agree. Times were tougher, you had to suck it up to survive. You didn’t give up because it wasn’t a choice. You did what needed to be done or you were done. Character building days!
I think we have a lot to learn from those who were in our shoes not too long ago. If you take the time to find out what they wish they had done different or what they wouldn’t have changed, we might all live a little more and worry a little less!
Life is fleeting…find your passion and start sharing it before you find yourself with the feeling of regret and wonder of what would have been if you had just taken that step.
Here are a few of my favourite quotes that have made me think in the last little while.
“You’re imperfect and you’re wired for struggle but you are worthy of love and belonging.” ~Brene Brown