Last week I had one of those weeks where everything just seemed wrong. Nothing in particular set me off, but I found myself in a depressed mood just ready to shut everyone out and give up on everything. I thought of the most important things in my life, my daughters and family, and just cried to myself the entire weekend.
I took a break from blogging and online activities. I only checked my email maybe a couple of times all week long. The only writing I did was one post that I was obligated to do because of a deadline. Monday and Thursday’s blog posts had been written the previous week and scheduled ahead of time.
I did a lot of thinking, maybe too much thinking at certain times. But, sometimes it takes days or weeks like these for me to evaluate my life and have a wake up call.
What I thought of most was the meaning of life.
Money, Stuff, Statuses – Do not Matter
I might be getting kind of deep here, but I did start this blog to chronicle my journey and I am going to do just that. I have thought so much about the meaning of life over the past week.
We are put on this earth we live and we all die. It’s an unavoidable fact.
The time that we spend on this earth should be focused on other people. People we love, people we can help, and people who make us happy. While we all do need money to live on and goals to keep us in line, money is just a means to provide the necessities we need in life.
People are what life is all about.
I want to be remembered as a person who was there for others. I want people who I love to feel like they can confide in me about anything and know that I care and will be there for them. I want to help people who cannot help themselves. I want my kids to always feel loved and to always know that my arms and heart are open to them.
I don’t think material possessions will ever truly fulfill any of us. I am not against money or buying stuff. We are all human and have materialistic wants. But, at the end of the day we are only alive for a short period of time. Memories, love, and people are the meaning of life. In the end it won’t matter how nice your house or car is, how much money you have in the bank, what your college degree is, or where you work at. What will matter is what type of person you were and that the people you loved knew that you loved them.
Next time you are feeling down or running low on money count the people in your life who love you. They’re what matters!