When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
I will admit that I am selfish about my bucket. I want it half full instead of half empty. I want it filled with treasures that remind me of a life well-lived. I don’t want things like regret or work or fear to create holes that drain my bucket of its richness.
I refuse to settle for filling my bucket once a month or once a year and carry it around trying to sustain my soul with a handful of memories. I want to be alive and inspired every day.
And when I share my bucket, I want people to smile and marvel in wonder and touched by its light.
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