Life is not a destination, it is a journey. The biggest point of this whole thing is not to die with the most stuff. The point is to be the best you can be. What good is living if all you do is live in a bubble and care about nothing or no one?
About a month ago, I got hit by a car in a crosswalk
As a result of that accident, I have two fractured skull bones and am confined in a neck brace. One of the worst things about this has been that my short term memory is now gone. Another truly unpleasant reality is that I seem to have lost my sense of smell. I can’t even smell the spring flowers that I love so much.
I can’t even smell the tulips, my favorite flower.
It is funny the things many of us take for granted in this life, such as our senses. We often think we will never lose something so basic, so we have no frame of reference if it goes. I was that way. I took my senses for granted, then I lost my sense of smell. I may never be able to smell the things I love ever again.
It is amazing how we suddenly react when we lose something we took for granted.
Life is not about what I am – it is about what am I doing. I do not sit and cry that I got hit by a car. It is not my favorite memory to be sure, but I am grateful I did not die. I am happy that I have been able to do things for myself by myself that I did not think I could do. For such a long time I was living life for others instead of for myself.
I am grateful to be alive. I know that I could have died that Tuesday morning
Nothing gets life in perspective faster than waking up in an ER and being airlifted by chopper to another hospital. I was scared to death but happy I was still alive. It was there in that hospital that I decided I would no longer live life by default. My mistakes would be my own. My successes would also be my own. I would not live to make others happy, I would live the best life I possibly could and I would help others any way possible.
The past month has been tough, but I have made huge progress
For the first time in a long time, I am calling the shots. I decide what to do with my day. I try to do the right things, and I don’t have to be criticized just for being my sometimes silly self. I am still scared and lonely some days, but those feelings do pass. I remind myself that I am alive and that things can only go up from here. They couldn’t get much worse.
Is your life a destination, or is it a journey?