Yesterday I opened my post by quoting from the movie ‘Serendipity’… and then the post took a turn I wasn’t expecting. So today, provided that the winds of destiny don’t move me in a different direction, we’ll get back to what I intended to say.
Our hero, Jonathan, has been searching for the woman he met in series of coincidences in New York City, having thrown the future of their relationship into the hands of fate, so that only if the stars are aligned and destiny smiles down on them will they meet again. Jonathan’s friend, Dean, observes that
“The Greeks only asked one question when a man died.. ‘Did he have passion?’”
I want to be known as a man who had passion. Passion for life, for adventure, for experiences. Passion for joy and a little bit of craziness. Passion for laughter, and joy, and happiness. And passion for love, for caring, for kindness. I don’t want to just sit and watch life go by. I want to leap in with both feet. I want to cry “Yes” to every wild experience that life brings along, to immerse myself in the whole moment of truly living – the mad, joyful passion of it all, the mournful sad grief of the moment – to experience with the whole of my being what it means to live.
Brendon Burchard says that there are only three questions that really count, when we look back on our lives:
Did I live?
Did I love?
Did I matter?
Perhaps we should ask ourselves those questions when we make the decisions of how we spend our time.
Did I live? – did I truly experience life on this planet – did I throw myself into the experience of being truly alive or did I just look to survive, to make it through life intact – to live from safety and not from adventure? Did I truly live this life?
Did I love? Did I care for those around me? Did I look to be a blessing whereever I went, to ask the question ‘what would love do now?’ Did I seek to bring healing, to bring life, to bring hope, to bring peace, or did I just look out for number one? Did I truly love in this life?
Did I matter? Did what I do have meaning? Was there a grand purpose behind my life, or did I just spend it on things with no true cosmic significance? Did I truly matter in this life?
I want to have the right answers to those questions. Don’t you
To know that truly live your life – squeezing every last drop of juiciness out of it – “for life not to be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, espresso in the other, body thoroughly used up and worn out, screaming ‘WOO HOO – what a RIDE’”
To know that you seek, to the best of your ability, to love those around you – your friends, your family, your colleagues, the people you meet in the street, and even those that you have never even met – that you are an expression of love and tenderness in the world.
To know that somehow, somewhere, and to someone, that what you do matters. That you make a difference in every moment of you being here, and the world is a better place because of the decisions you made.
The world is a better place because you are in it. And when you truly live your life, and when you truly let love flow out – then what you do..matters.