Because Life Matters

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Sunday mornings always make me think. I wake up and my mind begins to spin. Too quickly my eyes adjust to the brand new day. I see the sun filtering in through the unshaded windows and feel its warmth begin to embrace my awakening soul. Church bells chime in the emptiness of my morning daze, and I find myself again in awe at the splendor and the grandeur of being given another day

BECAUSE LIFE MATTERS

By Al Garcia

 

Sunday mornings always make me think.  I wake up and my mind begins to spin.  Too quickly my eyes adjust to the brand new day.  I see the sun filtering in through the unshaded windows and feel its warmth begin to embrace my awakening soul.  Church bells chime in the emptiness of my morning daze, and I find myself again in awe at the splendor and the grandeur of being given another day.

 

How strange to wake and feel the realness of life.  How inexplicable and remarkable to accept this gift without a second’s thought.  I have become accustomed to this daily ritual.  I have become addicted to the rush of thoughts and feelings and sensations that flood my body and my mind.  And on Sunday mornings like today, I always ponder and also wonder of the power that conceived not only me but the marvel that surrounds me.  And my world begins to come into focus, and I can feel the rhythm and the tempo of life as it stirs within.

 

How can some not welcome or accept the beauty and sensation that each day ignites and incites?  Life is simply too precious, significant, eloquent and delicate to disregard or squander.  Each moment should be cherished, and each feeling and emotion embraced and endured, and each joy and each sorrow relished and savored, because life matters.

 

Just think of those we’ve known or loved that no longer see the sun rise or feel the serenity and peace of a moon lit night on a summer’s day.  Just remember the energy, the sparkle and vitality of those once near and dear that touched your heart and soul.  Just remember those no longer here to share this Sunday morning, and you begin to understand that all that is and was and ever will be is simply because life matters and because we were meant to be.

 

On mornings like today I sometimes wonder of what could have been.  What if my buddies had not been killed in the senselessness of war?  What if we could go back in time and change that which was evidently meant to be?  Was I meant to go to war and see and feel the things I did?  Was I meant to feel the sorrow and the pain and the loss of friends that never came back with me to live the life I’ve lived? 

 

And with all the joy and sorrow, and all the highs and lows and successes and failures that my life has seen, I continue to welcome the days that come my way, because life matters.

 

I think of friends -- too young to have fully experienced and savored the exquisiteness of life, and now gone too soon.  I think of family members that weakened, withered and finally faded away.  And I think of why we tolerate, accept and at times even consent to the cruelty and the pain of living.  And the answer is always the same – because life matters.

 

To live a life that matters is to live a life of purpose and contentment.


Submitted: May 27, 2021

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