Dying to Live

Martin Luther King Jr. once remarked that if a man (or a woman) has not found something to die for he isn’t fit to live; and while it is true that we must all decided what our ends will be I happen to believe that the measure of a man (or a woman) is ultimately defined by the things that keep us connected to the spirit of life. For me, the definitive question of our humanity does not pertain to death, but rather, to the things that inspire us to live because, in a manner of speaking, dying is easy.

This is not to suggest that dying does not demand sacrifice but the sacrifice of death can only be made once. This is not the case for living. The things that make living possible demand a daily sacrifice; they demand that we renew our commitment to the joy of being alive each morning that we rise to face the dawning of a new day. Living is hard; and those who specialize in the practice of this sacred art must first be inspired to create their day from the remains of the night before. Most of the people we know are not bad people but they suffer from a lack of inspiration and when there is nothing to motivate you progress is a possibility but not a certainty.

Never judge your life by how many breaths you take because a good life is determined by all the moments that take your breath away.

What makes you want to get out of the bed in the morning? What are you living for? What inspires you?