Sure, when we were young, we didn't give much thought to our death. We were born and we had our entire life before us. However, the older I get and I hate the thought of getting old, I realize that my life is essentially half over. It raises many questions from have I done enough and am I doing all that I need to do. It reminds me to ask myself the question of what really matters.
So much of what we do in a day and so much of what evokes our strongest reactions isn't necessarily what matters. In our final moments, many of these things will be long forgotten and hardly a blip on our radar.
Its been said time and time again to take each moment and cherish it and honor it because at any time, it could be our last. As I witnessed a funeral today, I was once again reminded of that fact. Some of us may know that our moments are numbered and were quickly running out of them, but many don't have a clue when their will be no more balance in our life bank.
