Remember to tell the people whom you love that you love them. You never know if you’ll have another chance…hmmm. This thought came to me when my friend who lost her mother spoke to me about how her mother so wanted to meet her brother who lived far away and breathed her last a few hours before her brother could fly back home.
Each time there is a death I hear of, for me it’s a time to reflect on myself, life and what happens around me. Death is a reality; nobody can run from it, it actually is a reflection on how well one lived their life. Death they say completes what the birth cycle starts.
Every time I hear of death it reaffirms how temporary we are on the face of earth yet how much of self importance we have for ourselves. We build along with our material possessions a massive Ego and we center everything on ourselves only to leave it all behind to enter something unknown. To some it looks scary but to me it’s as natural as the breath we take.
With these thoughts in my mind I come to a conclusion that
Life a fragile thread a fragile thread life just seems
Candle light that can flicker away, A long drawn reality of dreams, Any gust of wind can make it sway.
Who knows what lies in tomorrow for that we haven’t got vision to see
A blend of joys & many a sorrow isn’t that what life is meant to be?
When dark moments begin to torment to something called hope, desperation clings Gathering memories of few happy moments
Before for the last time, life’s bell rings. Between the first cry and the last sigh
Moments filled with joy, some full of strife. Some moments low, some moments high
Struggling through what we call our life.Here you are today but tomorrow you never know for fate has so many surprises.Many tough lessons that life would throw
Each day so different, so many sunrises…
So live in the here and now, the present unraveling the puzzle of life’s mysteryAccepting most, finding less to resent before you leave & blend into history.
Just a reminder to myself…make the most of what I have, to love with all my heart…to live with all my breaths …to give with every tiny fiber of my being. Maybe then I would have lived a life that was completely alive.
Each time there is a death I hear of, for me it’s a time to reflect on myself, life and what happens around me. Death is a reality; nobody can run from it, it actually is a reflection on how well one lived their life. Death they say completes what the birth cycle starts.
Every time I hear of death it reaffirms how temporary we are on the face of earth yet how much of self importance we have for ourselves. We build along with our material possessions a massive Ego and we center everything on ourselves only to leave it all behind to enter something unknown. To some it looks scary but to me it’s as natural as the breath we take.
With these thoughts in my mind I come to a conclusion that
Life a fragile thread a fragile thread life just seems
Candle light that can flicker away, A long drawn reality of dreams, Any gust of wind can make it sway.
Who knows what lies in tomorrow for that we haven’t got vision to see
A blend of joys & many a sorrow isn’t that what life is meant to be?
When dark moments begin to torment to something called hope, desperation clings Gathering memories of few happy moments
Before for the last time, life’s bell rings. Between the first cry and the last sigh
Moments filled with joy, some full of strife. Some moments low, some moments high
Struggling through what we call our life.Here you are today but tomorrow you never know for fate has so many surprises.Many tough lessons that life would throw
Each day so different, so many sunrises…
So live in the here and now, the present unraveling the puzzle of life’s mysteryAccepting most, finding less to resent before you leave & blend into history.
Just a reminder to myself…make the most of what I have, to love with all my heart…to live with all my breaths …to give with every tiny fiber of my being. Maybe then I would have lived a life that was completely alive.