Wake-up Call.

Sometimes, what we really need is a sudden, mentally and/or physically excruciatingly painful experience to snap us back to our senses.  A bad incident to steer our attention towards all the good that's too easy to neglect sometimes.  A wake-up call.  The hard part?  Hanging onto it after it passes.  And no, I don't mean the "bad" per se, that part should definitely be left behind.. I mean hanging onto the magic of that transient epiphany..  That sense of gratitude for all the little blessings we too often take for granted, the sense of deep appreciation for being pain-free, for the ability to go on with life normally.  To live.

Consider this a reminder.. For all the times we desperately want to remember but find it much easier to simply forget.

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

Savvy Doc.