In this crazy world of ours here in Washington, D.C., people who are normally very sure-footed and certain that they have their life in proper balance are beginning to ask questions and re-evaluate.
What are they re-evaluating? Everything. What’s important, I mean really important? With our area first being struck by an earthquake followed only two days later by a hurricane, they are beginning to realize that working day and night, and scratching the “right” back isn’t the most important thing in life.
How did they come to realize that? Well, two terrifying experiences, more terrifying for some than others, have made them realize that when it’s all said and done, and their eulogy is written, they don’t want the one thing that stands out most to be: He worked 12 to 14 hour days every day of his life. He scratched the right backs and now lives in a mega-mansion with a spouse he doesn’t know, love or appreciate, because he was never there to get to know her. He also never got to know his children, because again, he was too busy to give them the time necessary to build forever bonds and memories.
So what is it that matters most in life? Each of us has our own distinct answer. For me, having experienced these two natural disasters within three weeks of my mother’s passing, it is memories.
What matters are the moments we share with those we love. What matters is taking the time to build those memories. What matters is knowing, in the end, that the people that matter most to us will carry those memories inside their hearts long after we’ve crossed over to the other side.
So as we sweep the debris from our sidewalks, clear the branches from our yards, and try to make it back to work today, we should first be thankful that we are still here to be able to do those things; and remember that as the minutes pass, so too do our opportunities. Don’t let too many opportunities pass you by. You don’t want to look back and say at the heavenly gates, “Can I get a do-over?”