Yeah, I get that this is really weird.
Musings on death? Kinda morbid. But these are the kinds of things that I think about when I am alone.
But really, thinking about death is really actually thinking about life.
How am I living my life?
Is it in such a way that in my death, how I lived mattered to people?
I fear living a life that was only for myself.
I fear leaving this earth too early and that all those who mattered to me would not be sure of how much I loved them and what I would do for them.
I fear not leaving an impact on those around me.
It pains me to see people not knowing how valuable the life we live is.
That it is not only about us but about those around us.
I constantly find myself looking around and seeing the most incredible individuals around me.
I think of how they have changed my life.
How they challenge me and bring out the best of me.
My people are the evidence of God's goodness towards me.
Can anyone say that about me?
Can they say it about you?
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