A Thought

When you are old and weak and you can feel the fatigue in your bones, what will bring you joy? When death is near and you are full of fear, what will matter then?

Will it be that kid in school you tormented, or your college degree, the one framed so perfectly on your wall? Will it be the huge house you built to live in, with your guilt from being unable to make a good call? Or that fancy car, the one you hoped would take you far, now lying as dead as you are? Will these petty things bring a smile to your face when you are sitting around counting days?

Alternatively will it be the people, who loved and cared for you, through thick and thin, the ones who were there? Isn’t it those delightful memories that will last and all those good doings of your past? If those are the things that will matter most then should they not be the things that matter most now? Think about it for a second.

Give it a thought. Should we not live life by our will if death truly is our last stop?