The Inscription Under A Hieroglyph

I first saw this hanging on the Granddaughter Of My Souls wall and I have looked for it ever since.  It goes like this: 
              In The End What Matters Most Is
              How Well Did You Live
              How Well Did You Love
              How Well Did You Learn To Let Go

I would probably give you different answers to these questions on different days.  It took me so long to really get started living my own life.  For a long time I confused quantity with quality.  Sort of like eating a lot of hamburgers instead of one fillet mignon, that you could cut with your fork and was still red in the middle.  That is the problem with being, or feeling empty or hungry, you just shove food, any food down to fill the emptiness.  I did that a lot.  So, the answer is probably NO I did not live well for most of my life, but I believe that I did live well during the third act of my life.
Did I Love Well?  Once more the quantity over quality would probably indicate that the answer would be no.  Because I didn't receive the love as a child I was gluttonous for it as a young woman.  If the question was did I love often, or lust often I could answer yes.  I was so needy for any kind of attention.  I am so glad that I had children because there I loved well, and in my latter years I believe I am capable of loving well.
How Well Did I Learn let Go?  After scratching and clawing and holding on for dear life, afraid to let go of anything, a few of my teachers pried open my fingers, while prying open my mind and I learned to let go.  I have been so fortunate with my teachers, my mentors.  Most were women, but a few were men.  They came in all genders, ages, sizes and shapes.  They were patient and gentle, they taught me to trust enough to finally unclench my fists and let go.  So YES, eventually I have learned to let go.

Saturday, March 19th, 2011............11:31p.m.