The End Of My Life

1082 WordsMay 17, 20165 Pages
No one has ever said on their deathbed, "Gee, I wish I 'd spent more time at the office." At their moment of reckoning, the top regrets that people share are about wishing they lived the life they 'd really wanted to live, wishing they hadn 't worked so hard, wishing they 'd had the courage to express their true feelings, wishing they 'd had deeper connections with people and wishing they 'd let themselves be happier. I don 't want to have those regrets at the end of my life. And I 'm pretty sure that you don 't either. Yet, living out loud, finding time to relax, expressing my true feelings, fostering meaningful relationships and letting myself be happy? Well, that 's actually pretty hard. It takes a certain brand of fierceness to live life in this way, something that the French philosopher, Camus, called living to the point of tears. Courage is a heart word. The root of the word courage is cor - the Latin word for heart. In one of its earliest forms, the word courage meant "To speak one 's mind by telling all one 's heart." Intimacy is when two people choose to share themselves with one another. Courageous Intimacy is the sharing of all of one 's heart with one another. And I 'm not talking about sharing the pretty parts - like love and joy - with each other (although that 's great and I encourage you to do so). I mean sharing all of you: the good, the bad and the ugly. Sharing what you 're really feeling. Sharing who you really are. Sharing what you really think.

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