There's a song that says "everything that kills me makes me feel alive." Why must it take near death experiences to make us not take life for granted? Is that why taking poison is exhilarating or is it just numbing?
It takes almost losing someone to know how we feel about them, and sometimes it's too late. In 2019, a family friend passed away tragically and suddenly. It did not dawn on me just how much she impacted my life until the news was delivered to me that I'd never see her again in this life. When things like this happen, we gain momentum briefly. For a while, we'll get intentional about loving on people then the fire dwindles and the cycle continues. At funerals, we make plans to get together again for happier circumstances but often fail to follow through with them.
When will we break the cycle? Will we ever? Would I need to be on my deathbed for you to see when I need compassion and care? Why can't we be nice just because? What if we were to tell and show people we love them daily or as much as can without mad drama? Without ulterior motives, how many times do you reach out to your people?
Sometimes a comment on a picture posted on social media ain't enough. Sometimes a quick text doesn't cut it either. Shucks, sometimes a call isn't even enough, and in this worldwide pandemic unfortunately many have found out the hard way.
Slow down. Breathe. Love on purpose as much as possible. We all we got.
If no one has shown you today, I love you but God loves you better.
Be blessed.
-K.T. Braxton