You only live once. But once is enough if you do it right. – Mae West
It usually happens in October.
But it happened tonight instead.
The first evening when it really feels like fall in Georgia.
When I still ride with the windows down, but I need a little warmth on my feet as well. And the chill in the air mixed with the scent of someone’s first-fire-of-the-season reminds me what a great gift this all is.
We only get one life. To appreciate the beauty, to know gratitude for every simple, majestic moment.
To feel every bit of bliss and sorrow our frail, resilient hearts can endure.
To cherish the other lives inexorably intertwined with our own.
To revel in the love of God, the source of every good and perfect gift.
We’ve got one life to live.
One. Extraordinary. Life.
Sometimes I find myself wistful that we only get one shot at this thing. There’s so much I haven’t experienced yet, so many places I haven’t been, so much wonder left undiscovered.
But then the fall air whispers and I’m reminded I’d rather do it once the right way than live a thousand meaningless lives.
I’m reminded there’s nothing more I need to feel alive than being with those who love me, those whom I love most.
On an autumn night in Georgia.