Lately, the inter-web has been exploding with news relating to Robin William’s death. As we mourn over the loss of an inspirational figure, I can’t help but think…
Why did we wait until his death to express our appreciation? Why didn’t we celebrate his achievements, talents, and impact while he was still alive? If just 10% of those who posted a Facebook status after his death had tweet-ed him a week ago (or ever) expressing their gratitude and admiration, would he still have committed suicide?
Are humans predisposed to overlook our blessings, expecting them to always be there, only to lament them after loss? We spend so much of our time either yearning for what we do not yet have or grieving over what we’ve lost.
How much of our lives are spent enjoying what is in front of us?