Death is a catalyst.
Some equate it to sorrow itself. Some view it as the birth of a new beginning. Others see it as unfair and absurd. And a few who are nonchalant. Nonetheless, death always brings a change one way or another. Either yours or others.
Have you seen death?
I was a young boy when I first saw someone got shot at the head.
Now that’s gory and traumatic for a young kid, you know. But that wouldn’t be my first. Despite that I wasn’t related to the victim, that experience impacted my life. In fact, I still have flickers of memories of the event every time I see blood! So don’t come offering “Dinuguan !” to me! I know that made you twist your tongue a bit but Google will help save the day.
Have you heard of NDE? a.k.a Near-death Experience? Well, I guess I had that too. I was talking about it with a colleague yesterday. I was in my high school riding on a scooter when I stupidly thought that the road should go up in the sky rather than the ground. I was knocked down and in a split second, I was floating in the air looking at my body! Last thing I knew I was in the room. ( Morbid huh.)
Now you can get the picture of how crazy my life has been..Or yours might be crazier, you may want to share what you’ve learned and impact our lives too.
I’ve recently found out the passing of my maternal grandfather. It shocked me.. For a few days I couldn’t sleep well and his memories haunted me for a while. When I learned of his death, I was way too late.. too late to attend his funeral. too late to thank him for what he has done for us.. too late to honor him for what he built for us, his family..
The excruciating pain is that, I also missed the funeral of my paternal grandfather..both of them have impacted my life in a certain way.. I am forever grateful any how but I was too late..
Have you been in such situation? Too late to..
Maybe this thought could help a bit. I have recently read about a famous quote from Marc Levy, a French novelist. Here’s what he said ;
“If you want to know the value of one year, just ask a student who failed a course.
If you want to know the value of one month, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
If you want to know the value of one hour, ask the lovers waiting to meet.
If you want to know the value of one minute, ask the person who just missed the bus.
If you want to know the value of one second, ask the person who just escaped death in a car accident.
And if you want to know the value of one-hundredth of a second, ask the athlete who won a silver medal in the Olympics.”
Bottom line is,
Will you waste your most valuable resource? Your time? You can always make more money but sadly, you can never make more time.
Will you wait until death comes in and snatches your love one before you can tell them they are valuable?
I’ve learned that the value of someone is amplified by their absence.