Let’s decide to live more days like our last days.
Since my recent refocus on gratitude, I’ve become increasingly aware of the fact that I’m dying. We all are. Every morning you wake up, you get closer to the moment where you’ll be gone. That scares me. And it refocuses me. I wonder if what I’m worrying over will be something I think about on my death bed. Am I letting LITTLE, STUPID matters fill my precious days with anger and irritation? What if I died tomorrow? What would I regret about today? It’s odd how something so grim could change your entire perspective, but we have to stop taking life for granted. There’s no guarantee we’ll have it tomorrow. Peace, prayer, and blessings to the family of Chico, the Landover legend and inspiration for today's post. He lived that way.