Life is about the moments. The days you laugh so hard you cry. The nights you didn’t get enough sleep. The people who make you feel alive and loved.
When you’re 80 years old, sitting in a rocking char surrounded by your grandkids and great grandkids, you won’t be begging to go back to the day you paid off your mortgage, or received your first paycheck. You’ll be begging to go back to the day you got married, looked into your spouse’s eyes and said, “I do.” You’ll be begging to go back to the time you backpacked through Europe. Or the moment your children were born.
At the end of the day, we won’t care or remember all the things we had. We’ll remember the moments we’ve held onto and the memories we’ve made. Start collecting moments instead of things. They are what lasts, and what makes life truly worthwhile.