Life is Precious

Recently I have been reflecting and writing about my life for a creative project. I spent yesterday evening sitting on my lounge floor surrounded by old photographs, being transported back in time. It was a fun activity though tinged with some sadness and regret. Perhaps regret is too strong a word and even sadness does not capture what I was feeling. Rather, it was a sense of acknowledging roads not travelled.

If I had known from the outset what life taught me along the way, some of my choices may have been different. But I cannot hold myself to ransom for not learning life’s lessons soon enough, as that’s not how it works. Life involves learning to walk, then run, tripping up, taking a wrong turn, picking ourselves up and hopefully gaining wisdom from the experience, then repeating it all over again!

I was harshly reminded this week of the preciousness of life and the devastating consequences when things go badly wrong through the tragic loss of a young man, the son of a friend. There are no words to comfort a mother who will never hold her son again or see beauty reflected in his eyes. He was a talented, creative soul but this did not shield him from the harshness of this world.

What has all this to do with clutter clearing? It comes back to waking up to the creative power we hold in the choices we make everyday. I am reminded of the writing of Portia Nelson and an Autobiography in Five Short Chapters:

There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk

Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost . . . I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault . . .
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall . . . it’s a habit . . . but,
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter Five
I walk down another street.

 

 

4 Replies to “Life is Precious”

  1. Great post Camilla. Life is indeed precious and made more so by having precious, sensitive friends such as you. Thanks for your call last night x

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