…when i am 75, will I think highly of this time in my life, or will i be full of regrets? As I sat down to write this, I didn’t have much on my mind except the looming “list” that I just finished writing out…
“Tonight’s To-Do List: design work for friends. freelance work. cleaning the apartment. finishing a huge project for work. going to the store to buy some Tylenol PM.”
And then I happened to land on one of the blogs in my blog reader and I stopped in my tracks. Check out the blog here. You see, the blog entry was in the form of letter written to a friend who just died of cancer today. The letter went on to thank his friend about the great lessons she taught him, about the inspiration she was while fighting cancer yet still doing missions trips and serving and enjoying life, about the legacy she will leave behind, about the joy she was to her friends and family in everything they did. And I just couldnt help but think….
What does my life consist of? Is it one that people will consider a blessing to others? Filled with joy? Am I living life to the full?
Or am i a robot that is constantly working, constantly producing, constantly going going going…refueling not with sleep or fun or relationships but with coffee, diet coke, and more work?
I dont want to be at the end of my life and wish i had done things differently.