Live for the Moment

cartwheels in the surfI was stumbling today when I found a quote that read “the best things in life aren’t things”. I instantly thought of how true the statement was, since as I see it the best things in life are moments. Moments we spend with family, friends, and even strangers. So why do we focus so adamantly on obtaining “things”?

As a society we strive to have the best house on the block, drive the finest car, or show off our newest purchases. Yet year after year these items fade, get older, and stop being exciting to show off. So what do we do? We get more things to show off. It seems like such a silly practice when in the long run we hardly remember our loved ones for what they owned. We remember the times we spent with them and how happy we were when we were with them. We remember the moments.

Yet here I sit writing this thinking about how infrequently I invite others over because my lawn is all weeds, or because the furniture is worn and the pool is missing tiles. I certainly do not want to be remembered for the car I drove, nor for having the biggest television set, but for being friendly, and willing to adapt. Don’t most people want the same? We hear this message in sermons, in music and find it spliced into movie scripts. It really shouldn’t take much thought to put into practice, but it simply does not come naturally for most. When you think about it, it takes far less effort to put experiences before objects.  So the challenge for myself and for you is to stop being concerned with surroundings and things, but to live for the moment.

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  1. Jodi says:

    Good post, Sarah. I remember when I lived in Silverlakes, my sister’s house was always messy (having four kids terrorizing it day in and day out has that effect). But I LOVED being over there. Every day I would make excuses to walk into her house and just hang out. We’d end up chatting and laughing over a cup of hot tea, or loudly singing songs on her karyoke machine. I guess the point is, when I’m looking back on her house, I don’t think about the dirty dishes, or the stained carpet, or the weeds in the backyard; I just think about all the good times we had and how warm and welcoming it always felt being over there. I myself am TRYING to be more relaxed when it comes to my not-so-ideal house, my old dirty car, etc., but it takes time to grow up and realize that material possessions are miniscule in the larger scope of life.

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