I read this poem on Hands Free Mama's blog and just had to
share it:
If
I Live to Be 100
If I live
to be 100, it won’t be because I tidied up the house before I left each day.It will be
because of the splendid mess I made while I was living life.
If I live
to be 100, it won’t be because I arrived with every hair in place.It will be
because I rolled down the windows, turned up the radio, and let the wind blow every glorious strand out of place.
If I live
to be 100, it will not be because I logged endless hours at the office.It will be
because I clocked countless hours laughing in good company.
If I live
to be 100, it will not because I made quarterly financial investments into my
bank account.It will be
because I made daily emotional investments into my most sacred relationships.
If I live
to be 100, it will not be because I separated myself from the sick and the
weak.It will be
because I walked right up to suffering and lovingly reached out my hand.
If I live
to be 100, it will not be because I could accomplish more in one day than most
people could in a week.It will
because I took time to gaze at stars, watch sunsets, and walk beside my
children, not ahead of them.
If I live
to be 100, it will not be because I earned prestigious degrees that adorned my
walls.It will be
because I pursued the passions of my heart and decorated my soul.
If I live
to be 100, it will not be because I used expensive efforts to prevent aging.It will be
because I embraced my wrinkles, took a daily walk, and left all regrets in the
past.
If I live
to be 100, it will be because …I listened
more than I spoke.I leaned in
for kisses.I cried
with those who cried.I
recognized my blessings.I kept my
promises.I made time
for loving greetings and proper goodbyes.
If I live
to be 100, it will be because I lived for today and hoped the best for tomorrow.
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