Living sounds like giving. And nothing else.
Do you find this strange or am I the only one wondering about this connection? You’re reading this and can’t respond, and thus I will safely assume you agree with me. Ah, I like that! So, go ahead… Run through the alphabet and see if you can crack it. This baby’s got no rival. Living is giving. Giving is living.
These two words belong together for a good reason. One cannot survive without the other.
Some days seem to trample you like a stampede of wild horses, and others make you feel like you tamed that beast and moseyed right into the stall without a hitch. I propose – my fellow friends of the living – that the days you mosey right on into the sunset are the days that someone gave you a helping hand or a kind word or a moment of their time and then somewhere along the day, well, you gave a little goodness to someone else. It fueled your engines, and the sun set beautifully on that day.
Media. Celebrity. Politics. Economics. Technology. Junk, junk and more junk. Tearing each other down. Judging every word, every action. Scrutiny at its finest, and competition at its ugliest! Who can you trust? What is this some kinda scavenger hunt? Some kinda stunt for the ‘candid camera’. Are we all being punked here? Talk to me, Goose! As the Black Eyed Peas have asked ump-teen times… ‘Where is the love?’
In the end, whatever you do or say will make its way back to you. and when it arrives back at your doorstep, it shows up at a faster speed and as a heavier load. It gains strength in its journey back to you. So, swing that door open and embrace the massive snowball stopping by for a visit! Get in the mix with the jerks of the world, and you’ll triple bolt the door shut and never leave the house.
All this to say… Living is about giving. A house, to reference my industry, is not a home. A home is created by the positive experiences shared inside those four walls. You buy a house. You make a home.
Now, go live what you love!