Spring!

There is something so peaceful about a Sunday morning in spring; sitting on the grass in the sun, a light breeze running through my hair and the sweet song of the birds that have come home. The gentle sounds of a new couple as they steal a few hours of solitude from their studies. In the background the church bells chime calling all of those who believe in God to join in worship.

This morning the colours seem brighter, the birds sound louder and the wonder of life seems more real than ever.

Spring with all its heightened senses reminds me once again, that while the world is troubled with death and families are tormented with loss and grief, there is always the promise of new life and from new life springs new hope. Hope for a better future, hope for a lasting love, hope for tomorrow and hope for today and the aspiration to live each day as if it was your last.

There are very few true inspirations in life. Self-supplied inspiration is difficult to find, but as I sit here, listening to the sounds of nature and the rolling giggle of a girl in love I realize that Life should be motivation enough. As the people around me die it is important to notice that while grieving there is a certain celebration of life.

And when I die, I want people to look back on my life and know full-well that I took every opportunity thrown at me. I want to die with wrinkles so that I know that I smiled a lot, I want to die with aching bones so that I know my body danced its way through life and I want to die with faded hearing so that I know I listened to every broken melody in the soundtrack of my life.

To die of old age is a privilege yet should I die today, I will know that I enjoyed the time I had.