I thought a little about death over the weekend. Ok, so a little morbid. I thought about “the last”. We don’t often think much about “the last” until after it’s over. The last time you played tennis. Ever. The last time you say hello to a friend. Ever. Maybe you visit a place and hope to someday go back, and it never happens. Fill in your own “the last” statement here…
And “the last” happens on two sides. If I were to die suddenly, what would be remembered of me by those who reman on earth for a time. What are the last words, actions, feelings, etc. that they would remember of me? Would it be positive? Negative? Godly?
And then there’s the other side… What if someone else dies suddenly? What would I remember of the last things? Of them? Of my actions, thoughts, words towards them?
And yes, I make this about “me”. I am the only one who can choose my actions. I am responsible for me.
How do I let this affect my life? I can choose to live each day as if it were my last and wallow in depression. Or, I can choose to live each day as if it were my last and make an impact in the world around me. Today. Right here. Right now.
