In the past couple of years, saying ‘life is short’ has become a mantra-like line for me. But my saying that life is short did not only mean living life to the fullest or taking every opportunity, every chance, every little thing that might make life – yours and that of others linked to you – a bit more meaningful.
When I say ‘life is short,’ I also refer to living day-by-day, as if it would be your last day on earth; therefore, nothing should be left undone.
And then the reality of irony hit me: life, indeed, could be very short…
One busy day, someone close to you is alive and breathing, having just sent a PowerPoint document following a request for a few moments to chat.
Then another day not long after, that same person dies.
Then you realize: you have not acknowledged receipt of the piano bar presentation, nor have you even given a reason for declining the chat.
(It was to “show” a just-acquired high-tech gadget meant for someone who could no longer use tongue and vocal chords; cancer had eaten away those, and was surgically removed, amongst other places in the body, excised, where the dreaded C cells had lodged).
Sad, so sad.
You failed to reach out to a dying friend, a friend who had reached out to you many times in the past.
Life, indeed, is short and should not, must not be taken for granted – especially when someone close needs just a little of your time.
Sad, so very sad.
And now, you have to deal with the things you should have done but did not…
