I was listening to the radio, I don’t generally listen to top 40 / club music, but it was what the boy left on, it’s not that I don’t like it, but I really prefer our local radio station, the mix is good and for the most part the music doesn’t grate on my nerves.
This song came on, I’m not even sure who sings it, I looked up the lyrics, and they were lost on me, except this one line.
Everybody dies, but not everybody lives.
How true is that? How often do people shuffle off to jobs they hate, to spend time with people they don’t like, only to come home to a miserable relationship? My motto has always been, if it doesn’t make you happy, change it. Life is too short to live a miserable existence, to be unhappy, but so many people do it. Why? Because they are afraid of change? Because they are afraid of the unknown? Because they think for just a split second that they aren’t worthy? I just don’t get it. We all have our insecurities, our quirks, the things that live way deep down that we don’t like or want other people to see, but why do we let those things keep us from living? Its human nature I guess, but I don’t get it.
Living to me, is being happy in my life, relationships, and job. Living to me isn’t measured by the money in the bank, but by the moments that make me who I am. Just like to me success isn’t measured by my job title, or how big of house I have or what kind of car I drive, success to me is how much happiness I have in my life, I have a great house, and the best husband anybody could ask for. But I know that I could live in a camp trailer by the river, and still be happy, and still be living. My life is really good, and I feel like I’m living, not just existing.
Everybody dies, but not everybody lives. What does that mean to you?