Steve Job once said that if you live everyday like its your last,someday you will most certainly be right.
From the moment we are born death is peeping through the window and watching us.
Its glaring hard at us as we narrowly escape its fangs. When we walk recklessly in the traffic, when we ignore a doctor’s call, when we ignore signs from our bodies .
Death is looking at our mirrored reflection and rushing to get a hold of us.
Death is like a river. An overflowing river that sweeps through lands and bare ground. Picking every dirt and valuable object without bias. Washing away the plants of the hardworking farmer. Not even a care of the time invested.
Taking away the good and bad people. Robbing us of heroes . Men who are ambassadors of change. Women who have changed the course of life. The river of death is merciless.
Death is inescapable. There is no use worrying over a program whose softare you cant change. It matters not how long you live but what you do with your time.
Make memories with people. Engage with ideologies you once thought were insane. Push your agenda one more time. Explain yourself again, in a different tone. Help someone, not because your rich, but because you can.
Leave a legacy people can remember you by. Be the reason somebody believes in the goodness of humanity.
I know, I know, the state of our universe as we know it makes you wonder whether you wanna come out of this whole life thing a monster or a good person. You can create a reality that makes you love being alive in this timeline.
As you move about in your life, who will cry when you are gone?