Life is not a bed of roses right now. Or is it really? I have always believed that we have control over our narrative. That it’s all about perspective and to look at the flip side when things seem hard. But some times, it just sucks. Death seems to surround us (globally and personally) when we aren’t quite ready for it. Are we ever ready though? In the 3+ decades of my life, I’ve seen death and each time I look at it with different lens. The one large lesson that it keeps serving up to me is that every possession we have is material. Every physical item we own will become dust (fine, only if it’s biodegradable!) What remains among the living are memories and stories and feelings. That’s why my life goal has always been very simple - be kind and loving especially when it seems hard and towards anyone family friend or foe. I’m suddenly reminded of this Maya Angelou’s quote that I always go back to when I feel rubbish about life - “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Feelings. They feel so immaterial sometimes. But they are real. And like flowers (like our desert rose pictures here) they can be blooming one day and wilting the next. And that is OK. It will bloom again. It takes work. Any gardener knows that roses don’t bloom overnight. Tending the garden/soil, it’s a constant effort. This analogy struck me when I was reflecting about how important it is for us to tend to our mental health. And I’m so glad to have flowers (literal and figuratively) in my life. I’m bursting with gratitude for each one of you. Thank you family, friends and loved ones. 🙏🏻 🌟 #rumination #mentalhealth #mementomori #death #life #living #love #familyfirst https://www.instagram.com/p/CTnyPPPhIUf/?utm_medium=tumblr











