I had a profound thought. Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet, right now, it all seems limitless…
So I will treat every day like my first AND my last.
Each breath will have some magic to it.
Each hug or kiss will be electric.
Each note of music will strum the strings across my soul.
So today, treat it like your first AND last.
Fall in love with the day. Fall in love with life.
And that is why I live.
Go and do something. RIGHT NOW