I’m convinced that everyday we all wake up and question who we are, where we are and what we are “meant” to be doing with our lives. And at the end of those days we go to bed no closer to having those answers than when we woke that morning. I don’t think this is sad, because it means that everyday we have the chance to grow. To be better and more of the final product that people someday remember us by. It’s a cliche but I think it’s true. I think that everyday is a chance to make the most of life, and that some days we chose to take advantage and others we just try to get to the end of the day.
My life is far from perfect and yet on the brink of being everything I’d want it to be. I know that they will always be challenges. That some days will be better than others. But I also know that it takes strength to move through each day, good or bad. I believe we all have inner strength, it is just defined differently by everyone. In my line of work I see people who have to jump hurdles just to do the small things, and they smile through it. Then I also see people who make mountains out of mole hills, and I wonder why these people aren’t as strong. Then I pause and remind myself that everyone perceives challenges differently and that I have no idea of what anyone has had to go through to bring them to this moment in time.
None of us know what the future holds for us. What we will do or where we will be, but we do have the chance to hope and dream. We also have the chance to work hard at achieving those goals, no matter how hard. How much effort we choose to put in is up to us. I often question my own effort and motivation. I tried to remember how felting time is, and that no matter how hard you try, you cannot get it back. My line of work has taught me how precious time is. Let’s make the most of it.