Seven years ago today I learned one of life’s hardest lessons.

Death is not reserved for old age. Life is not always fair. And it’s important to cherish the moments you have today to tell the people you love how much you love them. To hug when you want to hug. And to thank people when the thought crosses your mind.

Because your friends may not always be around to hear it.

Thankful that time makes some things easier, but also thankful to never forget the lesson I learned that rainy night. ❤

“My space is small. My life is big.”

“Intuitively, we know that the best stuff in life isn’t stuff at all, and that relationships, experiences and meaningful work are the staples of a happy life.

I like material things as much as anyone… But my experiences show that after a certain point, material objects have a tendency to crowd out the emotional needs they are meant to support… Often, material objects take up mental as well as physical space.” — Graham Hill

Great New York Times article, shared by a friend, on how simplifying life can lead to happiness. Simplifying how much stuff you collect, canceling out the noise of messes and needing to accumulate more. This is directly tied to one of the to-do’s on my 25 by 25. I’m extremely happy to say that I’ve been doing a pretty great job so far.

Now, to sell off more of my stuff on Craigslist.

Suspended.

“We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.

I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers – three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

It’s simple – people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.”

Source: A Well Traveled Woman