No Clue

I don't actually have a clue about life, I sure thought I did. I thought I had it all figured out, then I realized that everything I thought mattered really doesn't. I've read a lot of blogs, most about meaningless things, then I've read a couple that changed everything. By everyting I mean everything. I'm surrounded my material things, things that in the grand scheme of thing don't guarantee me anything other than creature comforts. That isn't to say that creature comforts are important, I mean shelter and food are necessities, but that is about it. I've been reading blogs about Tripp Roth, Ronan Thompson and Nate Dinoffria. Both Tripp and Ronan have lost their battles, Tripp with EB and Ronan with cancer. Nate is still fighting, and winning. These are just names of people who have died, would it change anything if I said all of these names are of people under the age of three that have experience more in their shorts lives that most of us will in our entire lives. Their families would give up anything to change their circumstances. My children are healthy, and I don't feel guilty, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to or not. I guess when I say I don't have a clue it's more that I have lost perspective. I spend too much time worrying about things that really don't matter. My family matters, my husband and two boys matter, what's on TV doesn't, and it doesn't really matter that I have three loads of laundry waiting to be done. Reading the blogs of Tripp, Ronan and Nate has taught me that there is so much more to life, to hug a little tighter and love a little more, time is precious and you never know when your life can change. We aren't remembers for what we had when we died, we are remembers for who we were. "Life not about the breaths you take, it's about the moments that take your breath away."