This just is some thoughts that are brought on to me from something I read from a friend in email.
I have learned, recent, that life is for the living. We have lost two people in our family since January. Husband and wife to each other. I hurt for my mom, for my cousins, and for myself and rest of my family. But, lucky, I am still alive. We have custom, in our culture, to have forty day morning period after someone dies. It was almost over for my Uncle, and now it have started again. We are not suppose to do 'fun' things in that time. Well, skating to me is fun. But also, it is my 'job'. So I get away with doing it, specially with competing next week. I have fun in practice yesterday and today, and for minute feel guilty, that I am not suppose to have fun. But is there fun if we are dead? My Uncle, he was a fun man, he always have jokes and play jokes to people, and was silly person with us when we are growing up. He do not want us to not have fun. I know that and believe it.
We all have the rest of our lives to us. It may be 60 years. It may be tomorrow. What do you want your last act on this earth to be? Wasted energy being angry with someone, someone who is miserable inside themself so they done something wrong to you? Wishing to do something, to go somewhere, to try something new, and not doing it because you have fear of failure? Or do you want your last minutes here on earth to be spent doing something you enjoy. Eating something that tastes good. Telling someone you love them. Laughing. Feeling happy.
It maybe is not what is appreciated, not right now, in my culture. But I will choose happy and laughing. My life could end tomorrow.