We were told that life is short. Someone gone too soon passes and we affirm that life is short indeed.
I had a weird dream last night and woke up with these realizations, most of which we already know or have heard from others:
• Life is short so just enjoy the ride. It’s easier said than done but life’s worries shouldn’t steal our joy.
• Life is short so live each day like it’s your last. Tomorrow is not promised (but eternal life is).
• Life is short so you’ll want to say “I love you” to people you truly love before it’s too late.
• Life is short so don’t hold grudges. Make peace with everyone so whoever goes first can rest in peace.
• Life is short but don’t get hung up on vanity, prestige, and material things. They won’t matter when you’re gone because you can’t have them.
How do I want to be remembered? I have no expectations of being “remembered” because the reality is people forget… and how. Someday, when my time is up and you think of me, perhaps you’ll remember this post where I said “Life is short” one time too many. Ah, yes, the cliché that we were painfully reminded of repeatedly - life is... drumroll, please.... short! How utterly profound, isn't it? I mean, who would have thought? It's almost as if some genius philosopher cracked the code and bestowed this revelation upon us, mere mortals.
In the depths of despair, under the weight of shattered dreams and ephemeral hopes, we are forcefully fed the bitter pill that life is short. The declaration reverberates through our souls, a haunting reminder of our limited existence. Like a thunderclap in the darkness, it jolts us from blissful ignorance into a state of profound contemplation. We stand here, suspended between fear and resignation, grappling with the cruel irony of mortality's relentless grip. Each tick of the clock grew louder, mocking us with its relentless rhythm as time slipped through our trembling fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass. Every fleeting moment turns to vapor before our tear-filled eyes, leaving only an ache in our hearts and a sense of impending doom. The stark realization that life is but a fragile thread woven into the tapestry of eternity pierced us deep inside, igniting an inner turmoil that could only be quelled by audacious acts driven by sheer urgency while simultaneously dancing on the precipice between reckless abandon and weary surrender.
Life is short. In a way, it feels like two contradicting statements. I mean, on the one hand, life can feel like this fleeting moment that slips through our fingers before we even realize it. But on the other hand, when we're stuck in a mundane routine or going through a tough time, it feels like an eternity. It's all about perspective. Time has this incredible ability to be both swift and sluggish simultaneously. So maybe instead of fretting about the brevity of life, we should focus on making every moment count and cherishing the experiences and relationships that make our lives meaningful. After all, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter if life is long or short; what truly matters is how we choose to live it to the fullest.
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