I ran into this friend of mine the other day and he had me talking about life and age and one question led to another and he ended up asking me if I would wanna live till I was a hundred. My first reaction, I believe like most people, was ‘yeah, I’d like to see myself hit a century!’ But later that very question led me to ponder deeper on how it really should be when it came to ‘living’. ‘To live’ as a concept has long been given a lot of definitions. Its literal meaning goes more or less to continue to be alive or have life. But a lot of people like to interpret ‘living’ in terms of how much you make the years you are alive count – that makes me part of those who believe so. It’s not how long you live that is of the essence but how big you accomplish while you were alive.
Because when you depart all that matters is the legacy you leave behind – no matter how little or big; whether you’ve left your mark on the earth or not, whether you’ve changed someone else’s life or not, whether you’ve loved enough or not. Not the clichéd and overrated romantic love we hear these days, but the love to everything around you, the love to all the people around you, the love for life itself, the love for magnificent nature and the list goes on. It’s the love for everything that you give that resonates back and completes you. It’s the love you give that makes your days on the earth, whether it’s 30 years or 50 or a hundred, perfectly worthwhile. I believe this is the easiest way to wipe off all the garbage in your life and carry on happily. There are plenty of second chances to bleach away hate from your insides and turn your life right around. So, who’s ready to take the step to stop counting the years they are alive and begin to make their lives count?