Yeah, this title is probably going to leave some folks scratching their heads. Let’s start this out in the manner I’ve become accustomed to on a blog post like this. Nope, this isn’t a cry for help, a sign of depression, or a reason to be nervous for my well being. It’s actually quite the opposite.
Mike and I were talking about many things after our sales coaching call today, and somehow we got on the topic of parents. He had a very insightful thought that really sparked several others. The net of the thought was how important it is to appreciate every moment of our life. We only have a finite time on Earth, instead of spending time wishing for what we could have we should be continually thankful for what we do have and what we have had. It reminded me greatly of a quote from Brandon Lee in the last interview he did before his accidental death while filming The Crow:
”Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, and yet everything happens only a certain number of times . How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood that is so deeply a part of your being you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps, twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”
How true is that thought? When I think of life and time it’s easy to be under the illusion that they are both infinite. Inexhaustible resources that I will own forever, as will all those I love and care about and all those that they love and care for… until there is the presence of death to remind me that each of those resources truly have limits. Death reminds me to appreciate life and time.
Death also reminds me that there is no scheduled timeline of life. I could be gone tomorrow regardless of my desire to persist forever. While I can have the grandest of plans there is no promise that tomorrow will happen for me, let alone a day for all those plans that are years and years away. Death keeps me grounded in and appreciating the present.
When there’s a brush with death there’s usually pain. Heartache is usually death’s companion and visits both when someone dies and when there are memories of someone’s death. When I peel back the layer of pain I find love and joy. The reason for the pain is the appreciation of the love I have for that person. As I pause I remember that I feel the pain because of how much I love that person and how thankful I was to have had the opportunity to know them in life. The thought of death reminds me to appreciate each chance encounter with those I love as I never know how many more times I’ll see them again. Death reminds me of the love I have for others.
As I pause and think about all I can learn and remember from death I can’t help but appreciate it. I dislike it’s icy touch and the result it brings, but I appreciate the concept of death greatly. Death reminds me to appreciate my life and the time I have. Death keeps me grounded in and appreciating the present. Death reminds me of the love I have for others. Death reminds me to strive to be the best person I can be on a daily basis. Knowing that one day I will die reminds me to really live every single day.