Come read the many reasons people have shared — family, friends, joy, kindness, and the everyday moments that make living so big. Then share your reason, so someone else can find a little more light in theirs.
My grandfather is eighty and has had a driver's license for sixty-four years without a single accident. He drives exactly the speed limit. Always. So I was shocked when he suggested we go to the go-kart track for my sixteenth birthday.
I'm from Ohio and know exactly nothing about cricket. Last year, my company hired a team of engineers from Bangalore, and in March, they invited the rest of the office to play in a parking lot after work.
I walked past a little music shop every day for six years on my way to the train. In the window, there was a mountain dulcimer, a long, narrow wooden instrument with a heart-shaped hole, that never seemed to sell.
I'm afraid of heights. I've always been afraid of heights. So when my teenage son asked me to go to the new indoor rock climbing gym with him in February, I agreed, mainly because he never asks me to do anything anymore.
My son's elementary school celebrated Lunar New Year this February with a lion dance, performed by a group from the local Chinese community center. I'm Chinese American, and my son has always been a little shy about it. He's one of three Asian kids in his grade.
I have given my wife fifty-two Valentine's cards. The first one I bought at a drugstore with money from my paper route. It had a cartoon bear on it and I spelled her name wrong.
I grew up in Tehran and moved to Colorado for graduate school. In February, my labmates convinced me to try skiing. "It's easy," they said. They were lying.
When I was a little girl, my father built me a dollhouse with three floors, a staircase and real wallpaper. When I grew up, my mother wrapped it in blankets and kept it in her closet for thirty years.
One of those moments I had where I really felt happy to just BE ALIVE was one of my work shifts at Chick-fil-a. I had just been listening to some classic 80's music (some of my college friends got me into it) and I was feeling really energized.
That shift, I worked extra hard to put my energy into serving the guests. Whenever I made a customer smile, I felt fireworks of joy inside me. Working at Chick-fil-a has also really taught me the simple and profound power of a smile.
It was just like any other day, but out of the blue I felt the urge to text a friend I had not contacted for the past five months (at least). I knew this friend, who lived a few states away, had issues with depression due to past abuse and other disorders, but I had not made the effort to reach out to her in a long time.
But that day I texted her, and she responded very sadly that she was not doing well. Then later that day I learned that she was going to the hospital for her third suicide attempt!!
This devastated me. BUT then she told me: **"Thank you for being the one to text me this year. You gave me a reason to smile, a reason to live."**
Thank God I followed the urge to text her! Now I make an effort to reach out to her regularly and be the friend she really needs.
There are people around you who need you. Just to send them a text, flash them a smile. It can make all the difference.
In January, my friend talked me into a "learn to curl" night at the local curling club. I'd only ever seen curling on TV during the Winter Olympics and thought it looked like shuffleboard on ice.
On Christmas Eve, my neighbors and I went caroling for the first time. It was my idea. I'd seen it in old movies and wanted to see if people still did it.