Since starting this blog, I have received at least ten emails from people telling me that one of my avid readers died unexpectedly. Most of those who died were parents. Most of them knew that my blog meant enough to the departed that I would want to know. And I did and I do. It affected me deeply every time.
Those were all people. They were not visits. They were not clicks. They were not ad revenue. They were real people with real families and real lives. They traded parts of their lives to read what I had to say every day. They traded time that they would never get back to read my words and listen to my thoughts.
That’s a bit heavy for me to think about, sometimes. How much life is being given by others to hear my words and read them. I’ve had some 55 million page views in the past three years. The average person is on each page for 3 minutes. That means a total of 313 years of life has been given to my words and my work so far. That’s almost four complete lifetimes, assuming those lives made it all the way to old age.
My God, life is valuable. Every minute, every second. So don’t think for even one moment that I don’t appreciate every single one of you for coming here every day. And please, know that I cherish your lives and time as much as mine and I hope that together we all can spend a little bit of our lives together making the rest of our lives all the better.
Life is too short to be mean to one another. It’s too short to be petty or jealous. It’s too short to hold onto pain and hurt from the past. It’s way too short to spend even one extra second trying to bring others down or hurt other people’s chances at happiness.
At the end of the day, we may see death coming, we may not. We may have time to prepare, we may not. But that doesn’t matter. We all know every minute of every day just how much time we’re giving to things that don’t matter. We know how much life we’re giving to things we will regret.
If death takes me today or tomorrow, I hope that whether people loved me or hated me, they will honestly be able to say that I lived a life that left me little regret in the end. I hope that they will see that I lived my life to the end. I hope they balance the scales and see that I hopefully did more good in this world than I did bad.
In the end, the story of who we were is all we will have. It is all anyone will have.
I really believe that.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
This post is dedicated to Brian Thaut. He died young, but he died living.
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