Life is Short
Recently, I was called up by a friend to photograph a wake and funeral over the course of two days. During my time at the wake there were many opportunities to sit and reflect while guests trickled in at different times to pay their respects. While sitting in the pews and while photographing various moments to remember I realized that life is short.
Over and over the phrase “life is short” started to mean so much when you experience the loss of someone first hand. The time that we are allowed to live here on this earth should count for something and the people or situations that we come into contact with everyday should mean so much than for one to grumble and complain about somebody or something. Time is limited and we should make life count.
Lately, I’ve been feeling that the everyday things that make me upset and angry should just be left behind and we should rather look beyond the superficial stuff of everyday life and make life happen. Now, I’m not here to say that you should save the planet from ulitimate destruction and feed the hungry till you can’t do it anymore, although that would be great. What I’m saying is that you should live each day as if it were your last.
What is it that you would want to be remembered by or rather what is it that you can leave this world knowing that you did your best in trying to help or accomplish. At the funeral seeing the family mourn the loss of their loved one was a little difficult to see because I too have lost people close to me, but they also celebrated what a remarkable person their friend and family member was to them. Seeing that life was cut short, they felt a little cheated, but they rest assure that the life that was lived will be remembered and forever with them as their lives go on.
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