Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups of coffee In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love
Seasons of love Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned Or in times that he cried In bridges he burned Or the way that she died
Seasons of Love, Rent
How does one measure a year or a life?
As the above lyrics speak to one of the clearest ways to see the content of ones live, to see how all the little moments combine to become a beautiful life and to see the thread of love as it flows through that life. Love sometimes is hard to reach, especially for those who have suffered rejection and pain, whose lives have not held much external love.
Sometimes that internal well of love is at its last drop. But that is the beauty of love, love can permeate a life with just a small drop, one simple act of kindness and love is powerful enough to be the catalyst of change. In the musical RENT the above lyrics were originally written for the funeral scene as a summation of the loving stance in which the character Angel lived, and how her life continues transforming the other characters.
Angel, a cross-dressing street performer with AIDS has many reasons to resist love. She is living with AIDS during the late 1980s/early 1990s, when the disease was a death sentence for most people. But even in the midst of the seeming horror of AIDS, Angel is a person with a huge heart and filled with a zest for life, she radiates love wherever she goes. She is the agent of change within the group. Angel is the emodiedment of love. She knows her time is all borrowed and that all she has is this one and only moment right here in front of her and so she chooses love.
This is the truth that we all hold but rarely acknowledge; all we are guaranteed in life is this one moment sitting before us. As we are three weeks into the New Year let's remember to take stalk of how we have lived in our previous moments and how we will choose to live in the moments we will be given. When thinking about this newly unfolding year what would be it like if we all chose to be more loving? More including of those who are different than we are? Or just simply choosing to listen instead of speaking? What does it look like to choose to define our lives and our moments by love?