It is humanity’s best kept secret. We all know we’re going to die. But few of us really believe it. Even fewer live our lives as if we understand it.
Ask yourself: If you knew you were going to die one year from now, would you live your life differently?
I know I would.
I would savor every moment, cherish every breath of air, notice every blade of grass. I would live like the people I most love are the people I love most. I would stop complaining and criticizing and feeling sorry for myself. I would live to make their lives better, and wouldn’t wait to hug them and hold them and tell them how much they mean to me. I would stop worrying about what strangers think. I would re-read the books that made me happiest and listen to music that makes me want to dance. I would live as if I knew I were going to die.
Sometimes we do know when our days are numbered; but by then it’s often too late. By the time we get the “months to live” prognosis, we’re often feeling too sick and tired to live like we were dying.
Here’s the thing. Most of us aren’t going to die a year from now. But we’re all going to die, maybe in five years or maybe in 50.
So take a moment every day to be grateful for this day, and live as if you knew your days were numbered.
Because they are.