Two options: live or die. Get busy doing one of them...or so I tweeted earlier this week. But shortly after I hit send on a seamlessly innocent message, I learned of a story about a mother and her son. A little six year old boy that was diagnosed with Medulloblastoma, a malignant tumor that attacks the brain.
So much for my innocent tweet. I thought I was witty in recycling a motivational quote from a great movie. But really I was just trying to spin someone's words about life and parlay them as my own thoughts.
But what do I know about living or dying? Death is but a (seemingly) distant foreign object and life, well life is good these days. But what does it mean to really live it? You know, as if you were dying?
What does it mean to approach every day like Noah’s mother who is recounting her battles with her son’s awful disease as a testament to his will to live each day.
Or to blog five times a day about the joys of life. About facing each day like you’re ready to conquer the world, not for yourself, but for your son.
These are two examples of people that know the meaning of the phrase “get busy living.” They know, because they do. Forget cheap words and status updates. Forget living for yourself. Forget worrying about what others think.
I never wish their trials and tribulations on anyone. But I can only hope to learn how to live with an ounce of the same zest they have for life. After all, isn’t that makes life worth living?
Life is short. Get busy living.
