Then, one day just like that.
We shut our eyes for the last time.
And that would be it.
Game over.
And there is a pretty good chance that there’s nothing after that.
No do overs.
No second chances.
Just nothing.
You cease to be.
Now imagine you knew that was coming and you had a couple minutes before you close your eyes.
Do you think you’d look back happy?
Knowing that you spent years doing a job you hate.
Or that you stayed in an evironment that wasn’t right for you.
Or that you didn’t travel to that country you always wanted to visit.
Because saving a few hundred dolllars was the sensible thing to do.
Do you think you’d be proud that you held a grudge for so long?
And now you can’t make it right.
Or proud that you’re always too busy to answer the phone to your parents.
Or that you never told the person how you truly feel.
And do you think you look back happy knowing that you never truly chased your dreams because you were too scared.
We have one shot in this life.
And yet we’re still scared to truly live.
But the odds of you being born are one in four hundred trillion.
But the odds of death.
Curtain.
Yet we treat life like the certainty.
Tomorrow always comes.
Right?