Live like you were dying

A good friend of mine, he's got a friend who is a monk living in a monetary in France.

The monk doesn't keep anything as he thinks that everyone comes to this life alone and will leave this life the same way. The pictures, books, things his family and friends bring to him would be returned since nothing can be taken away when he leaves with his God. 


He said, memories will be enough for him and they can only be kept as long as his brain functions, one day, they will also disappear along with his rotten body.

It is really difficult for his family and friends to hear as if he is already prepared, everyday, to depart. He lives as the day is the last day for him on earth. So he cherishes every visits he has, every books he reads, every meals he tastes and every breath he's taken in.

Days after hearing this story, I encountered some greatest difficulties and heartaches.

I stood in front of the mirror one morning after crying to sleep the night before, watched the marks left from the tears I shed. The curtains were closed but I can see the light. 

I thought to myself,  "If today was a gift, tomorrow is not eternity, what would I do with it? What can I do with it? What should I do with it? Who do I want to spend the time with?"

I opened the window. It was sunny, the wind was breezy. I suddenly realized,

I shall not waste any minutes of my life to worry, to calculate, to think more than necessary, and to be confused.

I shall take a chance and live the moment, despite how it would turn out. I can't control the outcome, but I can make every seconds of my life counts.

If tomorrow was a gift, I shall begin living in sunshine today. We'll never know until we try.

Yesterday was gone, last weekend was far away. There might not be another day.