I lost a friend recently in a tragedy. She was only 34 years old. I remember last time I saw her she was going about living her life as we all do. (Although with quite a lot more enthusiasm and purpose than most). I wonder what would have happened if I had told her that in a few short years, she would be gone. Whenever I start to get down or have been stressing too much, I hope to remember that my life could end tomorrow with no warning. How do I want to spend today, then? What truly matters? Who try matters to me? And would I live today the same if I knew that I would be gone in just a few short years?
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 01:23:37 +0000
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