Life is short.
Now, I don’t know about you, but this has been one hell of a year for death, dying and disease in my circle of friends. And it makes you think. How many silent thoughts are there in the cemetery, of both the dead and living, that if only they’d said “I love you” one more time, had one less cross word, one more moment to take back something or share one last joy?
So my thought is that we should never wait to say what’s on our minds. Say I love you more often. When you leave your loved ones for work, for school, at the end of a visit, always let your last words be of love. Because they very well might be your last words, or the last words that person ever hears from you. Isn’t it worth shelving all of the petty day to day annoyances, grievances, harsh thoughts and words to know that you left someone with a smile? How great would the world be if, for just one day, we put aside hate and put kindness in its place? Instead of lashing out, to hug someone and dry their tears?
I think that the world could be paradise, even if just for one day. If you knew, really knew that this could be the last time, wouldn’t you act differently?