What has been The Most Important Element in your Life?

How can I choose just one?

When I think about my life, there wasn’t just one element that was most important.  There were several.  I’m going to share the most important elements I’ve learned to rely on most in my seventy-five years.

I’ve learned: trust is the most important element.  You trust you’ve given your children everything they will need to be contributing, upstanding members of society and later, loving parents to their own children.  You also rely heavily on Trust between you and your partner for a happy, loving, and secure home.

I’ve learned: humor is the most important element. Humor knows no limits. Every situation has at least a little sliver of wiggle room for humor and that goes a long way to break all kinds of tension in a family and any other situation.

I’ve learned: patience is the most important element. Patience is, like they say, a virtue. If we wait long enough, everything does take care of itself. Even the bad doesn’t last forever.

I’ve learned: time is the most important element. Time is even more valuable than money in many ways. It’s all in how you look at it. Time seems to move progressively faster the older I get and I only hope I don’t miss something important, if I take the time to blink.

I’ve learned: having someone to Love, and a special someone who Loves me are the most important elements. Love between two people can’t be measured. It’s either there, or it isn’t. There is no in-between. It’s great to be each other’s anchor.

If Love is there, for it to take root and grow, you’ll need humor, patience, and time, not to mention, a truckload of trust.  That was a hard lesson for me.

I’ve learned: there are also a host of other elements that are the most important: compassion, kindness, humility, and honesty.  These are all necessary to compliment a full life and a loving relationship.

I’ve learned: each age I reached was the most important. There are so many who never get the chance to age, so I’ve always tried to live every day as the gift it was —some were good, some not so good, but each of them were gifts.

Yes, I’m seventy-five, but I don’t feel any differently today than I did during any of the other todays from the pile of yesterdays I’ve accumulated …

… and my memory is still fine, too. thank you.

Poet/Writer/Author of 5 books.
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