Counting days… not to the end, but to to part where we get to be freaking awesome.

No one wants to die. Even people who wants to get to heaven don’t want to die to get there, and yet death is a destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it and that is as it should be. Because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new….

Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is true. Your time is limited, so do not waste it living someone else’s life. Do not be trapped by dogma, which is living the results of other people’s thinking.

Don’t let the noise of other people’s opinion drown out your own inner voice and most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become, everything else is secondary.” – Steve Jobs (Stanford, 2005)

Dealing with a reality of an imminent end is never easy. Yet somehow it escapes me, how most of us live with an attitude that views life as a continuing loophole of days, weeks, months and if lucky, onto the next year.

We work hard to place our valuables in treasures that we can count and we are happy when we count many. We post pictures of grand vacations captioning it as “living life to the fullest” and of course, it is.

But when is life full? Is it when you can have your cake and eat it too? A beautiful wife /good-looking husband, good children, good job, maybe an undemanding affair on the sides. People look at you and see your two cars on the driveway and the third already parked out front. Could you ever ask for more?

When you’ve reached the end of your bucket list, can you honestly say you are ready not to wake up tomorrow morning?

Life is a cycle of seasons, a cruelty of encapsulated time. Birth, baptisms, school openings, summers, Christmases, valentines, graduations and death then go roll on over again.

We find that we are moved up along the ladder of life, in batches, taking turns on the role of being a son to father or daughter becoming a mother. We take turns in celebrations, honoring both the living and the dead, yet somehow the living escapes to notice that the day may come, it would be you they will look upon on that cold coffin case.

I am reminded of Stacie Oricco’s upbeat song “There’s gotta to be more to life…“. Life has more meaning if we are constantly reminded of its imminent end.

In all of life’s grandeur, I always find it unfair, why do we have to think that all things come to an end just when we’re having fun, and when we’re in our misery, we find that the shortest time become our longest suffering.

There has got to be more to life than endless streams of fun vacations, self-fulfilling job promotions, peer recognitions, awards and trophy’s that line up the shelf earning dusts and home to dust mites. Or, a cacophony of struggles, us just trying to make it through the day.

I sound ungrateful, I know. But I have also been to the lowest point in my life where I’ve questioned the heavens pre destinations and the will of choice. Been to the part when you don’t even know where the next supper is going to come from, the hardest pain is to sleep hungry and wake up numb.

Then I should be more thoughtful. Mindful of everything that I have done and what I have today. Grateful to where I have arrived. But have I arrived yet? I don’t think so. We only arrive when its the end of our journey and nope, I’m not dead yet.

Life is a cruel empty space wanting so many things from you to fill it up with. You can fill it up with junk, vacation pictures, trophies and more, still, as long as you’re breathing, the empty space will still find a way of expanding, rather than contracting, needing from you to rearrange your life furniture’s of pictures and trophies.

We should not be trapped in contentment. Contentment is a double-edged sword eluding us into a sense of acceptance, that’s when our life space contract and we consciously limit ourselves to what we have. Making us think that nothing else is going to be better than this.

We should not aim to be better. We should aim to be best. Not to best than anyone else, but best than what we could dish out from ourselves. An echo going out. We should live not only for us, but a life that touches others in many more ways than one.

An honest giving that never seeks anything in return.

If deep inside a silent voice calls out, a need for change, an upset in the status quo,  a disturbance in the force …listen, learn and most importantly,  act.

Steve Jobs did say, we all have a limited time, don’t waste it living someone else’s life, standards or dogma. Make it your life to follow, make it your standards to uphold, make the dogma question itself.

There has always got to be more.

And we all get to be freaking awesome.

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