Just thinking that our babies weren't around when the events unfolded on the morning of September 11, 2001.
Just like every other event in history, they will learn about that day. More than likely by that time in a musty old history book, pages away from the battle of Hiroshima and the Cold War.
As a parent I have an internal struggle. How do you tell them about the hate. The greed. The selfishness that's found all over our world.
Then I think about the parents that are not there to tell the story. The mothers and fathers that were lost that day 10 years ago. The grandparents, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, friends and co-workers that are not here to share in our lives today.
Then as I turn that thought around and around in my head I can't help but wonder what we are to do. Remember, of course. Remember those heroes. Remember those lives that are gone today.
But I can't help but turn another thought in my head: living.
We don't enter this world with anything. And we leave it in the same way, just hopefully many, many years after we have entered. What we do in the middle. What we do that really matters. We live.
So, I may not know how to start the conversation that I'll have someday with those babies of ours. Their curious eyes will no doubt have a look of wonder. Their curious minds will form questions that we may not be able to answer. But in the end, I know what I will say.
Live.
Live today, because yesterday is gone, and tomorrow is not promised to be here.
Take joy right now. Right here. In this moment.
Because my darlings, that is what me must do.
Don't live in greed. Give.
Don't be selfish. Be selfless.
That is our purpose.
Honor those that have gone before you, by enjoying our time here while we've got it.
Freeze it. Whether it be with the click of your shutter. With the stroke of your pen. Make all the effort in your power to cling on to the memories that you make.
That's the secret, my darlings.
Look at the past, but only for memories and lessons.
Look on to the future, but only for hopes and dreams.
Live in the here and now.
Just like every other event in history, they will learn about that day. More than likely by that time in a musty old history book, pages away from the battle of Hiroshima and the Cold War.
As a parent I have an internal struggle. How do you tell them about the hate. The greed. The selfishness that's found all over our world.
Then I think about the parents that are not there to tell the story. The mothers and fathers that were lost that day 10 years ago. The grandparents, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, friends and co-workers that are not here to share in our lives today.
Then as I turn that thought around and around in my head I can't help but wonder what we are to do. Remember, of course. Remember those heroes. Remember those lives that are gone today.
But I can't help but turn another thought in my head: living.
We don't enter this world with anything. And we leave it in the same way, just hopefully many, many years after we have entered. What we do in the middle. What we do that really matters. We live.
So, I may not know how to start the conversation that I'll have someday with those babies of ours. Their curious eyes will no doubt have a look of wonder. Their curious minds will form questions that we may not be able to answer. But in the end, I know what I will say.
Live.
Live today, because yesterday is gone, and tomorrow is not promised to be here.
Take joy right now. Right here. In this moment.
Because my darlings, that is what me must do.
Don't live in hate. Love.
Don't be selfish. Be selfless.
That is our purpose.
Honor those that have gone before you, by enjoying our time here while we've got it.
That's the secret, my darlings.
Look at the past, but only for memories and lessons.
Look on to the future, but only for hopes and dreams.
Live in the here and now.
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