If I told you, you were going to die in a month, would you be satisfied with the life you’ve lived?
Would you cry over the kisses you didn’t attempt? Over the gigs you didn’t give?
Would you feel sorrow over not working enough or working too much?
If life is truly a gift why treat it like a burden? If every breath we take is a present from God why do we act as though its annoying?
To live life is to feel! To live life is to feel the sting of emotions happy and sad.
I’m not afraid to die, I’m afraid to die alone. To die unaccomplished. Death is but the footnote. The story, the novella is what we do with this gift called life we have been given.
What shall you do with yours?
~ Demez F. White