Last Moments

Death is a tough thing to grasp.

 Understanding that our time is short,

and that there is an experation date.

Each day is a gift we must enjoy.

Yet so many of us go about day-to-day as if it were a chore.

We work, eat, sleep, and whine as if time was expendable.

Until the day our mortality catches up.

 Then stone- cold reality hits us like a rock,

and we are forced to think and realize;

what have we done with the days, the hours, the seconds of our lives.

We think;

was our life meaningful,

and if not then what can we do with our last acts to make it so?

Life is so full of questions,

and death even more.

Yet when the time comes, we must face it.

Prepared to choose wisely on our last days.

To enjoy every moment.

 To comfort those we leave behind, so that their souls need not weigh heavy.

It is our fate to grapple with death,

for no man is immortal.

Perhaps it was designed this way on purpose,

for who would appreciate life without end,

and so that no one take their life for granted.

That in our last months of life we can make up for all the mistakes of our lifetime.

 

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