On Living Like You’re Alive
The hubs and I stood there, on a rug that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe, in an exquisitely sizable, modern, well decorated house and just stared at the striking and rather large family picture on the wall.
As we were gazing at it and trying to place all of the people in the frame (because we sure as hell didn’t know them that well, except for shaking hands and exchanging “Nice to meet you,” in their kitchen ten minutes ago) – my father-in-law’s Lady Friend walked into the room and noticed us looking at the picture on the wall.
She began to explain one by one who everyone was.
Me being the absolute nosiest, most intrigued person with a profound desire to want to know the intricacies of people’s lives, chose to go down the rabbit hole.
She answered my questions – who, why, what – and then I inquired how the husband and wife met.
Lady Friend was going into detail about how they met and a particular part of the story had both my husband and I on the edge of our tippy toes…
She described how the wife was previously widowed and left with a baby and a toddler and then met and married her (now) husband soon after meeting and they’ve been together ever since.
My hubs was dismayed to hear someone re-marrying or hell, even finding love so fast after a partner’s death (and Lady Friend told us their marriage was one of the best she’s ever witnessed and was heartbroken when he passed).
“How could you just move on so quickly after something like that?” Hubs quipped as he sipped his drink.
“Well, as they say, life is for the living.” Lady Friend remarked with her sweet, southern accent.
As far as I was concerned, that was a Mic Drop Moment because I went blank in conversation after that and straight absorbed what she just said:
Life. Is. For. The. Living.
I know it sounds so simple, but I never heard that saying/quote until those words oozed out of her mouth. And those lyrics hit me like a ton of bricks, man. Coming from someone who thinks she’s all ballsy and wants to live outside her comfort zone – that shit will make you feel alive I thought – but that quote straight hit me like I had to evaluate how I was truly living.
Am I living as if I’m alive or am I living as if I’m already dead?
What would I do differently knowing I have this life to live right now?
How would I live as if I’m fully alive?
I now ask myself these questions as often as I need in order to smack my own ass.
“Life is for the living,” repeats in my head constantly nowadays.
And when I feel uninspired — I remember that I’m alive and breath is a gift.
Love + Living Like I’m Alive,