We all know where we were, what we were doing when it happened. We know scores of people that lost someone they loved, the stories of heroes, of the courage.
How do your honor them? Is it by volunteering in your community, or by doing a Random Act of Kindness? The smallest things can make such an enormous difference. Even just checking in on someone and making them laugh.
Ever since 9/11 I have tried to take this day as my one “Mourn those I have lost” day. It is simply easier than honoring all of them on their birthdays, I would be melancholy all year. I didn’t quite realize how wonkajeeby I was until I was flipping through radio channels. I happened upon a song I have never heard before, and have no idea who sang it but ended up snuffling in the car at 85 mph.
Life is so unbelivably short. This year when I lost my best friend one of the things he left me was a sense of needing a change. So I am working on fighting to have an extraordinary life. No details as of yet, but the basic plan is falling into place. It will be hellacomplicated, but if I succeed I will have no regrets. I refuse to not take a risk just in case I get hurt, or it may not work.
Live hard, play hard, love hard.
Illyria
I <3 this entry.
Very compelling and uplifting.
Keep working hard and armour yourself with the tidings of the Hed- whose skin is so thick, not even one's own shortcomings could affect it.
I’m certianlly rooting for you!
You said so much about life with just a brief post.
*bows*