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When I was 16, I imagined talking to myself on my deathbed.
As he lay dying with a smile on his face, he told me that the things that I accumulate, the accomplishments, none of that would really matter all that much in the end.
All these things are the vehicles of life, not the destination.
The things that really matter are those that touch our hearts.
When I visited my childhood home, I would often reminisce on the experiences,
the friends, the adventures,
and just the feeling of walking the neighborhood
then, on my last trip, the realization poured over me
this was all gone,
it was all in the past,
not just a little bit,
but completely gone,
these moments are completely dead,
And reliving the memories through my imagination was all that was left…
The things that touched my heart are so ephemeral
In the moment, the memories were so ordinary
I took them all for granted
Only when looking back did I see their significance
When I hold my daughter, I am reminded of this
The early sleepless days and nights were painful,
Yet, I would gladly go back and relive one of those nights today
And now, I try to be fully here for each of these moments,
realizing how big it actually is.
What is happening now will never ever happen again
Your closest friends and family will all be gone one day,
This is your only time to fully experience and to soak it all in
And no matter how ordinary or painful it might be today,
One day, you might look back, realizing its significance, wishing you could return for even just a second.