Why Does This Matter?

Jan 16, 2024 2:20 pm

Yesterday evening, I went to the market in my area.

As I sat down on the bench in front of where I was buying and grinding my tomatoes and pepper, I saw this group of kids playing right in the middle of the road...

in between the market stalls.

On your marks!

Get set!!

Go!!!

They were running a race!

All of them, laughing, giggling, jumping, and clapping all at the same time.

One of the girls, who couldn't have been more than 7 years old was coordinating the race.

she was the one giving the command and also announcing the winner.

One of the kids caught my attention.

He was the smallest among them, but he was determined to participate in the race.

He was always going down before the command and always the last to pick up the race.

I was scared the bigger children would trample on him.

He didn't care that the other kids were way bigger.

He would run along with them and turn back halfway when the others were running back.

He didn’t even care about winning…

He was just too happy to be running and playing.

He reminded me so much of Brian…

O My sweet little Brian!

The whole scenario brought back my childhood memories...

It reminded me of all the times that we played in the sand and the rain.

It reminded me of how carefree we lived as children.

We didn't have a single care in the World.

Zero worries!

Our parents did all the worrying for us…

What to eat, what to wear, where to go!

Life was indeed carefree and sweet.

"Madam, Madam! I don grind your pepper finish"

The pepper seller’s choked scream bolted me back to reality.

And once again I’m reminded that Those days are gone…

forever!

I cannot simply wish them back to life.

Adulthood is not easy, but it's another phase of Life in which we don't have a choice over.

I had very beautiful memories of my childhood.

We may not have had so much growing up, but my siblings and I were always happy.

We were each other's best friends…

we still are.

So, while I may not be able to relive my beautiful childhood memories, I can decide what kind of memories my 60-year-old self would have about my 30-year-old self.

I can choose what kind of memories my kids and loved ones will have about me.

i can choose what kind of memories my clients and those i am called to serve can have about me and what we do together.

And in all of this, it is in my hands to choose to make the rest of my life the best of my life.

you and I can choose to create memories that our future selves will be very proud of.