There are days when the noise of life gets turned down, not by choice, but by circumstance.
Today was one of those days.
I received a message this morning, one of those messages that stops everything. It wasn’t about the weather. It wasn’t about work. It was about life. Raw. Fragile. Unfair. Sacred.
Someone I love dearly is in hospital. Facing something none of us are ever ready for. A diagnosis. A surgery. A sentence that may or may not be rewritten.
I won’t go into the details out of respect. But I will say this…it shook me. Not just because of what they’re going through but because of what it reminded me of…how precious this whole thing really is.
We walk through life as if tomorrow is promised. We complain about traffic, emails, and inboxes. We scroll through moments that could have been memories. We forget the magic in the mundane.
Until life taps us on the shoulder or, sometimes, punches us in the gut and says, “Hey. Remember me?”
Remember this breath.
Remember this heartbeat.
Remember how lucky you are to wake up, get out of bed, and “feel”.
We forget. I forget.
But not today.
Today reminded me that presence isn’t just a practice – it’s a responsibility. To ourselves. To the people we love. To the time we still have.
No one’s getting out of this thing untouched. None of us are invincible. And yet, in the face of all that uncertainty, we have this one, wild, beautiful gift…
We’re still here.
So let’s not waste it.
Let’s not argue over crumbs when we have the whole damn bakery.
Let’s not keep waiting for “someday” to love harder, speak softer, or say what we really mean.
Let’s live in a way that honours the ones who can’t.
Let’s breathe for those who are struggling to.
Let’s remember what matters…before life has to remind us again.
If this lands with you, sit with it. Reach out to someone. Take that walk. Put your phone down. Look up. Look within. Let the small stuff go.
Life is still happening.
Let’s be here for it.
Big Love,
Dino