On the day I die.
On the day I die a lot will happen.
A lot will change.
The world will be busy.
On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended.
The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone.
The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me.
All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.
The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me.
The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace.
All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted.
My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away.
My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard to shape for others here, will be left to them to complete anyway.
The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore.
All the small and large anxieties that stole sleep from me each night will be rendered powerless.
The deep and towering mysteries about life and death that so consumed my mind will finally be clarified in a way that they could never be before while I lived.
These things will certainly all be true on the day that I die.
Yet for as much as will happen on that day, one more thing that will happen.
On the day I die, the few people who really know and truly love me will grieve deeply.
They will feel a void.
They will feel cheated.
They will not feel ready.
They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.
And on that day, more than anything in the world they will want more time with me.
I know this from those I love and grieve over.
And so knowing this, while I am still alive I’ll try to remember that my time with them is finite and fleeting and so very precious—and I’ll do my best not to waste a second of it.
I’ll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about all the other things that will happen on the day I die, because many of those things are either not my concern or beyond my control.
Friends, those other things have an insidious way of keeping you from living even as you live; vying for your attention, competing for your affections.
They rob you of the joy of this unrepeatable, uncontainable, ever-evaporating Now with those who love you and want only to share it with you.
Don’t miss the chance to dance with them while you can.
It’s easy to waste so much daylight in the days before you die.
Don’t let your life be stolen every day by all that you believe matters, because on the day you die, much of it simply won’t.
Yes, you and I will die one day.
But before that day comes: let us live..
~ John Pavlovitz
yes, let us live, let us dance, let us be happy … a wonderful post!
Indeed commenter m….let us live life joyfully, meaningfully every moment….
Anytime we will die…life is so fragile….thanks for having lived…
Yes Arlene, we have to try to follow our heart, not only in words.
Life is indeed beautiful.Truly a mystery. It is always a choice. To just let it pass without meaning, or to simply give meaning to every little moment that happens. No matter how and the circumstance it offers, it will always be me who will make it valuable. Hence, I will live every bit of my life to the fullest. I know I will be vulnerable bacause I am not perfect, but my mistakes will give me lessons to do things better if given another chance. If I wont be able to rectify them, then I should forgive myself and the circumstance I was in. I have to live peacefully with myself, otherwise, nobody will ever spend time to think of me. And then I will be sad. I have to be my own Best Friend. Then I would live and die happily.
Wow. Perfectly summed up.
When you loose someone part of you that loved and cared for them dies,and you can never get that back,but you can try to love again, it will take longer, than it did the first time,because of the first loss,but you can learn to trust and love again.But if you loose another love you start to not try so hard, because of the fear of the first loss,and then the second loss and it will definitely take longer,If you loose a third time, you can love again but not in the same Dept,and their will always be that insecure feeling just wondering, when will it be, Some have no control over these losses, and changes,and that is a horrible feeling. So if you Love someone treasure them,it can change in a heart beat.
This is so very beautiful!!!!
Beautifully stated, we waste so much time on trivial matters that we forget the importance of living life.
Very well said. Only memories of the person will live in our heart forever.
This is so beautiful!!!
So very inspiring..💜