As sparks fly upward

I weep for the epic significance of our brief lives.

I weep, for we waste it.

We squander the time, the people, the decisions offered us each bright new morning in favor of our own pleasure, our own satisfaction.

What else is there to live for? so many humans ask when faced with their own selfishness.

Perhaps if they saw what they could be—really paid attention the next time a movie or novel made them cry, explored why they were moved—they would set aside their own dreams in order to make someone else’s come true.

For what are we here for but to delight in God and each other?

We fear that in making another’s dream come true, ours will never be fulfilled, thus destroying our own happiness.

But what was it Jesus said? “No greater love has any man than this: that he lay down his life for a friend.” Something like that.

The point is, pausing to make someone else’s dream come true is truly loving, and truly loving and receiving love is truly living.

Our lives mean so much to eternity. If we enjoy our lives, those around us may just catch what we have, and the enjoyment spread.

If we all enjoyed our lives and stopped fearing the destruction of our dreams…I think we just might reach our potential.

Each human life may be like a spark flying upwards; but each human spark, each floating bit of ember soaring gracefully up and away into the atmosphere, means something to the other sparks.

Each life on this earth means something epically significant to other lives. And means something epically significant to the Creator.

We are all valuable to Him; may we not be to each other?