“I’m living but I haven’t lived; I’ve done so many things this year, yet feel like I haven’t lived; There was a time where I felt a bit empty and didn’t live in the moment; I was always living in the future and not the present.”
Excerpts of a conversation overheard while sitting eating lunch at a bakery in Paris.
Listening to her go on and on, I smiled- because I too have felt how she does. In fact, three years ago, the phrase “n’oublie pas de vivre” permanently came into my life, translating to- don’t forget to live. I mean honestly, here I am, sitting in a gorgeous country that is not my own- I leave in less than one month. It’s a bit sad and presently, I’m still here physically, but somehow my mind has already wandered to 4 weeks from now when I board the plane to leave- living in the future.
Where did the time go?
It makes me anxious- the thought of wasting time. We only get so much life and I feel like I’m always so conscious of it- perhaps even a little too much. You see, the more we sit around worrying about life passing by, those moments are being wasted in worry. So it’s in those moments, I remember to be adventurous and spontaneous. However… there’s a downfall to this whole ideology- that we only have so much life to live…
Although true, I sometimes get caught up when moments aren’t all that remarkable. Last year I found myself running myself so thin because I felt every waking breath needed to be spent doing something extraordinary. That I wasn’t using my life minutes properly if the moment was anything less than that. And then I realized…
If every moment in life was extraordinary, they would become all the same and wouldn’t feel all that special. We must have those ordinary moments in life to leave room for the extraordinary.
