How easily we take things for granted. How easily we waste our time on things that aren't ultimately important at all - and ignore the things that are. When we die, we don't worry about how much money we made, or how many clients we had, or how many clothes are in our closet. We don't think about our degrees or how we kept up with the Joneses, whether they were the traditional American-dream Joneses or the more contemporary New Age Joneses...
No, when we die, we think about people. We think about love. We think about who we loved and if we loved enough. We think about the forgiveness we didn't give, and the grudges we held. We think about who we withheld love from, and who we refused to receive love from. We think about petty arguments that wasted time and relationships. And we regret.
I don't want to regret a thing when I die. I want to live this life with my arms wide open, breathing in everything it has to offer. I want to appreciate my breath, appreciate my lungs, appreciate my heart, appreciate my muscles, appreciate my senses. I want to love everything about my life, because it's here, now, and it's mine, for now. It's mine. For now.
This life is a miracle, but because it's all we know, we forget that. Until it's about to leave us.
The Native Americans have an expression, "it's a good day to die." That means I've lived well and am ready to receive Death, if it chooses to come. I want to be able to say every day of my life that it's a good day to die, because by saying that, I'm saying the opposite too.
Today is a good day to die. And it's a good day to live. Today, I am going to live my life grateful for every single breath I have that keeps me here. I am alive. I am alive now. I am a miracle. And it is good.