Life Is Too Short…

Today I went to the funeral of a beautiful friend from my nursing days. We trained together and she was always full of fun and faith. One of the things that really struck me, as I listened to the testimonies of her life, was that she never seemed to let what anyone else thought of her define her. Maybe she was hurt by others, but she didn’t let it paralyse her. It struck me particularly because in recent years, I have.

I learned to keep quiet when I was continually put down, to stop saying things that others continually disagreed with, to calm down when I wanted to be excited, and I began to believe those people who tried to box me and force me to be what they wanted to believe that I was. They were very wrong. Those closest to me, my immediate family and close friends, know who I truly am. Listen to your loved ones, to those who know what makes you tick, who know why you do what you do, and know your heart. Recognise the ignorance of those who know nothing about you.

We never know how long we have here on earth. Life is too short to be defined by the shallow and the insecure. My beautiful friend Lyn always cared about the vulnerable and lonely, the troubled and the hurting, and there are many more in the world still needing support and help. That is my love too, and today I felt a new confidence rise in me to be the person I was meant to be.

Don’t worry what anyone else thinks. Be the person that you were meant to be. If others don’t approve, then don’t spend time around them. Today I asked myself, what would I do differently if I knew I only had a short while on this earth? We can never have our time back. I read this quote on

Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.

Stephen Vincent Benét