Death. An inevitable fact. The sole purpose of this life. Who knows when it would knock your doors with an arms spread to give you a hug? We continue living, hoping it is not today, neither will it be tomorrow. An alarm set before bedtime with a hope that tomorrow will indeed come. "Have a nice day" we say as we smile, with an assurance today is not the day.
How different would the day be if hope and lack of knowledge were not a friends of ours? A friend commented, "in the name of principle, don't let go your chance to try. Experiment and do things that make you happy. Make a list of been there, done that so long that you can hardly come up with a new thing to add in there. So, get drunk, flirt, kiss, be a brat, scuba and sky dive, touch people's life as you go. Just live it like there is no tomorrow."
I like them all that this friend commented but, what touched me the most or, what made me write this post, is "touch people's life as you go". The whole idea I started this post was about touching lives before you go. How much love can one offer? How many times can the same love hurt the person? How anger, ego and self esteem bites down that love? How important a role forgiveness plays in touching peoples life?
What use is the anger to carry now you think?
What use was it then anyway?