Suppose you are on your death bed. What’s left to say?
I’d like to think I’ll say only the most meaningful things when the time is running out. I’d bring up all the love that is welling in my heart. I’d drop the resentments because I don’t want to trail them into the next part of my journey. (Though I’ve heard it said the people bear no grudges in heaven but why take chances?) I’d apologize to whomever I’d hurt and accept anyone’s apology to me. I’d open my heart wide, even wider, and embrace the people around me just as they are. I’d work hard, really hard, to turn whatever negative feelings I had into positive feelings—or at least to try to gain a different perspective so that I could accept and make peace with any person and every situation.
Often times, a woman would come into my mother’s antique jewelry store. The woman would try on a ring, let’s say, and then waffle about whether she wanted to buy it. “Don’t be a shmuck,” my mother would chide. “You want his second wife to get it all?”
We don’t know how much time we have in this life. Today might be it. What are we waiting for?
Tool For Tuesday: What Are You Waiting For?