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All of the nonsense we can pack into our brains that we can always remember, yet we still tend to forget how much we mean to each other.
Life moves at a quick pace and moves us all as well. As life moves us, it also has the power to cause us to drift apart as it gets busier and busier. In the process, things that really should be less important begin to take priority over the things in life that really should be more. Relationships, in particular, are a perfect example. Teamwork makes the dream work, but instead of practicing on being a better team of 2, we end up honing our life skills as an army of 1.
As life begins to shift us in all possible directions, we lose the team concept of love and begin playing the game of life with our own individual gains and goals in mind. Somehow, we hope that somewhere down the line, our paths cross again and reach the next level together. The problem is with all the time that may have elapsed in waiting for that day, the love has deteriorated. The love has gone bad. The love has been lost!
Love is like a child. When it is first born, we are ecstatic. We handle it with care. We nurture and pamper it endlessly. Regardless of what’s going on in life, that child and its needs remain at the forefront of our minds. It starts off with baby steps, then before you know it is running, climbing, and bouncing uncontrollably. At some point, however, we descend from the clouds and reality sets in. Life as we know it has changed and that child is still at the forefront, but with all else incorporated. While the milestones are still important and celebrated as such, we may not pay as much attention as we did at birth. We begin missing a few small milestones where at first we didn’t miss a thing. We don’t panic the same way we once did the moment the child sniffles or coughs. By the time that child is teenager, we may have missed a dance recital or basketball game (or two), not known the right gift to buy for Christmas, and have been completely lost and ineffective in our efforts to communicate with him or her. We’ve lost touch (and it hurts).
It’s impossible to not lose a little ground while trying to keep up as life is constantly throwing friction in your path, but that doesn’t make it OK to lose focus on what matters the most.
Stay in Touch… Stay in Love,