I spend too much time fantasizing about the future. The people I want in it, the experiences I have yet to explore. It’s a fun place to hang out, head in the clouds, directing the world to materialize my dream. It’s a gift to be able to visualize, plan, and strategize – one I have over worked.

Here and now is an equally beautiful place to be, but requires a perspective of gratitude to survive. The ability to admire both joy and the sorrow. To experience the constant chaos for what it is, rather than try and manipulate it. Enjoy the random miracles that cross our path. To understand pain and suffering teaches us humility, and without humility how can we empathize.

I’ve spent the last few weeks grieving the loss of loved ones. Saying goodbye is a burden on the heart. When the load is too much, I enlarge my heart with gratitude. I take inventory of the bounty around me. I write a list of all the things I have. My grief turns to grace as I review the list. My heart expands to make space for future miracles to fit inside.

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.