Everyone dies, but not everyone truly lives.
Last week, at my dear friend Alison’s celebration of life, her husband stood up to deliver a eulogy and said, “Life is the leading cause of death, and Alison truly lived her life, passionately. She died doing what she loved. If she never did what she loved, she may not have died, but she wouldn’t have truly lived either.”
His words immediately reminded me of the opening lines to one of my favorite entries in Marc’s grandmother’s journal:
“I have seen and touched and danced and sung and climbed and loved and meditated on a lifetime spent living honestly. Should it all end tomorrow, I can positively say there would be no regrets. I feel fortunate to have walked in my shoes. I am truly lucky. I really have lived 1,000 times over.”
What does it mean to truly live? What does it mean to live 1,000 times over?
Perhaps to follow in Alison’s footsteps, and rest in peace someday, with zero regrets of how you have lived.
Which means, according to the beautifully and truthfully spoken eulogy Alison’s husband delivered… [Read more…]