“If you once realize that to-morrow, if not to-day, you will die and nothing will be left of you, everything becomes insignificant!”
― Leo Tolstoy
I went to go say goodbye to my grandmother this weekend.
She’s ninety something years old and until recently she’s been rather healthy. She’s in intensive care now. She’s lived a full life and the doctors say her organs are giving in.
It’s not nice to be old. The hospital ward is filled with very old people waiting to die. We will all die one day. Our time is limited. And time flies.
It feels like only a couple of years ago when I was a kid, swimming in my grandparents’ swimming pool. Now here I am, almost forty, my grandmother in her death bed and it makes one think about the insignificance of it all.
Appreciate your loved ones because at any point anyone can die. My wife still regrets that she couldn’t say bye to her dad.
Find something that you enjoy and enjoy it. We work ourselves to death. Worry ourselves about this and that and life is passing us by.
Go make someone’s day. Give someone a hug. Tell a person something that will make them smile.
Make yourself smile.