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Echoes of Paris

Updated on July 8, 2016

Two days ago, half the world went to bed with a broken heart. Every thought of that still shatters me. In a world that has completely jumped the tracks, in a world where we don't know what is going to happen next, in a world where we now see the fruition of not following the owner's manual, and we see eternity -- whether that eternity holds Heaven or whether that eternity holds Hell -- in the headlights, for the moments - and maybe the days we have left, choose kindness. Choose compassion. Choose to be gentle. When everyone and everything rallies against you, choose to be the tree planted by the water. Be the rock that sits still in the current of the ocean. Know the truth, and the truth will set you free. Know who you are and know who loved you enough to die for you. Set your sights on only what matters -- what really matters -- choose to wrap yourself in the blanket of good virtue, choose love over hate, kindness over correctness, and calm over chaos. Die for what you believe in, but never forget you only get to make that choice one time. We're all in this together. Treat others as you would want to be treated. Remember we're all doing this for the first time... don't be more willing to judge than you are to help. Teach what you know, and help all you can. Listen and learn, but only follow the Shepherd (He has a soft heart for His sheep). Don't assume today will end gently or quietly or happily -- hope, but don't assume -- love your life like it will and live your life like it won't. Be sure that the people who matter to you know how you feel. Never for one second fail to let people who matter to you know that. Hope we have a million more chances, but live every moment like we might not. This isn't a dress rehearsal, this is the only performance. There is only one of every one of these moments. Make yours an absolute. A performance of passion. And when it comes curtain call, be ready to bow at the waist, head to your feet, exhausted from a glorious run, and filled to overflowing with amazing. Absorb the applause. Then rise up, face toward the heavens, hands reaching upward, and welcome home.

Always, Lissa M.


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      Dianna Mendez 19 months ago

      Wise words, Lissa. I do hope we have a million more moments; but I live each day to the fullest -- just in case it is the last. Blessings, dear one.