Sitting amongst my belongings, clearing out old documents, and finding the proper place for my things I wonder about life and death. It’s really quiet here in my new house, and absent of my TV, DVD and stereo which have yet to be unpacked, I have a lot of quiet time to ponder and contemplate about life. I like it actually. I wonder mostly about what will happen to all these accumulated things once I am no longer on this earth and how they affect my life?
Then I think about death. Life is fleeting. This past New Years, news of horrific accidents made me sad. Those who died were good people, with good lives and families which loved them. Many were young. Life could be taken from us anytime, anywhere, in anyform. Gone in a flash.
So when the time finally arrives, what matters then? Is it all these belongings we have? Is it the title we hold or the positions we held? Is it the money in our bank account? Or is life really just about what kind of person you are? What good did you do in this world, and how you treated those around you?
I think the latter holds true. When all is done, the only thing that matters in our lives is the experiences we had, the memories, and how we touched those around us. What matters is not the money you had, but what you did with it. What matters is what kind of person you were. What matters is your intentions and your actions, for actions speak louder than words. What matters is how you lived.
What do you think life is about? Please share. Thank you 🙂
Having "Me" Time 