Precious moments…

Most of us long for life to find us as we drift along its roads, it doesn’t occur to us, as often as it should, that this is life, people spend theirs searching for the why? and the how? why can’t we just live?

If I was told tomorrow that this was it, life is just this, my whole reason for being, my sole purpose in my life is in fact my every day life, there is no meaning or pathway or higher calling, I would be perfectly happy with that.

I’m not searching for an answer as to why I’m here. I’m here to do what I’m doing today, tomorrow and the next day, so on and so forth until I am here no longer. I love my life, I’m not happy for every single second of the day, that’s madness, but I am happy every day. I love my family, my friends and my life as a whole, its incredible, I do incredible things and it’s amazing.

I live for the days when I wake up and I can hear my son singing in the shower, when I see the sheer contented look of my happiness on my boyfriends face, those cups of tea that are just made to perfection, its these little moments that give me my ‘answers’, I am here to experience each and every one of them over and over.

Everybody should embrace their own lives, enjoy the little things that you take you for granted every day, sunshine, rain, a cloud,that spider that hides behind the television!….grab these moments (not the spider, that will kill it) and use them to your advantage, you are alive and there are so many little things and precious moments that need you to experience them, don’t waste your time waiting for things to happen, go out there and make it happen 🙂


Published by Kate

I write, therefore I am. I spend my days writing, wondering what to write, being creative and generally being awesome 😊 Welcome to my world, won't you come on in? xx

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