We Don't Know How Much Time We Have Left

We don't know how much time we have left in our lives. We don't know when the lives of those around us may end.

It could be today.

It could be tomorrow.

It could be twenty years from now.

It could be in some dramatic fashion such as an explosion or an airplane crash.

Or it could be in some more mundane way like slipping on ice and hitting one's head... or being in a car accident... or being hit by a car while crossing a street... or just... simply... having... one's... heart... s..t..o..p.....

We don't know.

We will never know.

Until the time runs out... and a life is gone.

At which point... it's too late to say all those things we wish we would have said.

It's too late for that extra "I love you" that you wish you could have said, or the hug you wish you would have given.

It's too late.

We need to realize that each day could be our last... or could be the last of those around us.

What do we want those last memories of us to be?

Do we want people to remember us as kind and helpful? Or mean and angry? Or somewhere in between?

Do we want the last words people heard from us to be ones of anger? Or dismissal? or hatred? Or do we want them to be words of love and kindness?

Do we want to live our life regretting that we didn't tell someone how much they meant to us before they passed on? Or regretting that the last words they heard from us where those in anger?

In our every action, we choose whether to build people up... or tear people down. It's our choice.

We don't know how much time we have left. We don't know when the lives of those around us may end.

We will never know.

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