day could be my last. I remind myself of that fact
every day, not because I'm morbid or because I have a
death wish, but because I want to keep in mind that's life
too short for me to do things like carry around resentment
or anger or other bad feelings. And if I do die this
afternoon, I want to be able to tell myself that I at
least did all I could to reach my goals and dreams, even
if they weren't actually realized.
I were to act as if life were a rehearsal, all of my steps
would be tentative--for I'd know that the real
performance, opening night, wouldn't be coming for a
while. I'd know that I could make a mistake and then
spend some time working on the area where I made the
mistake before the real thing came along.
fact is, though, that my mistakes of today can definitely
hurt other people. I can and will make mistakes, but
if I live from my conscience and from my heart, if I'm
honest and loving, I'll make very few mistakes--and those
that I make won't be nearly as drastic if they were coming
from a different place.
I knew that today were my last day, I would want to make
amends with anyone that I needed to make amends
with. I'd be kind and courteous and loving because
I'd want people's last thoughts of me to be
positive. I'd want them to remember my loving side,
not my selfish side.
could be my last day. Am I treating the people in my
life as if it were that day? Why not?