It seems I cannot write unless it is something I am passionate about. My post is a day late because of this. I was going to post some poetry I had written over the years, but I couldn’t get past the first sentence of any of them. I tried again this morning to no avail. Then my mind started to wander back to Sunday’s six o’clock news and I knew instantly what I am currently, and always feeling passionate about, the precariousness and preciousness of every moment in life—from the good, the bad, and the mediocre.
A pregnant mother and her two children were shopping at Costco when a car backed into the Costco, resulting in the mother requiring an emergency C-section and her oldest succumbing to her injuries, while her middle child is still in critical condition.
This type of accident is not uncommon in London, Ontario. Over the last few years, I know of a handful of accidents where cars have driven—full speed—into buildings, or jumping curbs, leading to serious injuries or death.
The Costco accident merely hits home to me more than the others, because it involved an entire family. My heart immediately goes out to the family, but it is then drawn closer to home and I inevitably imagine the horror of something happening to my family. I am immediately riddled with fear and tears come to my eyes, but the truth is, these are happenings that are beyond my control. The only thing that I can control is my willingness to live my life to the fullest, to choose not to be afraid of the big things, since the most horrific events seem to happen in the world of the safe, and to embrace and appreciate all that life has to offer, no matter how nasty it may be.
Below is a collage of the good and the bad in my life that I choose to appreciate.
“C’est la vie!”