One day your life here on Earth will end.
Perhaps it will be sudden, taking everyone who knows you by complete surprise. Maybe it will be due to illness and with much notice. Some may die tragically, others peacefully with little pain. There’s no real way to know.
If my experiences with death have taught me anything, it’s to not be naive about the fact that life will at one point end for us all. We will stop breathing, the blood will no longer run through our veins, and those who are survived by us will have to learn how to adapt to the world that waits for no one.
So I ask you this: when your time comes to an end, how do you want to be remembered?
Will you be seen as the man with the golden heart, the girl who put everyone else’s needs above her own, the guy who had the whole room laughing until they cried… What will they say about you?
Yes, it’s a petrifying realization that tomorrow is not promised. It’s nearly impossible to fathom, actually. But what good is life if you’re scared to live it because the end is out of your control?
Fear is a liar. Start living.