Random thoughts on death and living poem

Random Thoughts Poem--Sonja Cash

Mortality is strange, isn't it?

I mean, we are just so,

so, fragile!

Our lives can end so quickly,

so

suddenly!



People say to "live in the moment"

and "Live like there's no tomorrow"

But do we really do that?



If we were living in the moment,

Wouldn't our world be better?

Wouldn't we be savoring the very essence and joy of everyday life?

Every single moment of it?

Instead of worrying about what might happen tomorrow.

What if we lived like every step was our last?

Or the very breath that you are taking now will be the last to fill your lungs?



But maybe if we did,

We would be too careful,

Maybe, just maybe

we would get so wrapped up in living.

We actually forget its true meaning.



We do radical things to make life the best.

Cliff diving, dare devil stunts

pure adrenaline

But that's not what we will miss, is it?

Its not the adrenaline.



Its the little things, isn't it?

The warm sun against our skin on a mild summer's day

or the refreshing cold of a winter wind,

Isn't that what we will miss?

the littler things that we hardy notice?



What is living?

Living to the fullest?

I guess only I can decide what I can do with my life,

and I have to ask myself if I am living my life to the fullest.

If I believe that I am living my life the way I want to live it,

Then isn't that the fullest?



Not what we notice,

Who we spend our lives with

Not when we decide to do something,

Not where we live it.

But HOW

How we do all those things

if we believe that how

is the right way to live,

didn't we live to the fullest?