I know. Probably most of you have read or heard about this book. well, i'm a bit behind because i only started reading this book last week. Not too bad. I'm in my last four chapters.
I shed some tears when i started the first few chapters because i was gripped by Morrie and his compassionate self. here was a man that was staring at death and he did it with such grace and courage; it's admirable. Many know this --> if only we live life after we witness death, we would only truly live.
When we understand death and are not afraid of it, we won't then hesitate to live life to the fullest. we won't come out with excuses on why we're at a standstill and we won't say "I CAN'T ..." we won't live in the past or the future, but we will be fully in the present. be here. be now.
We won't wait til we're in the grave to hear what our loved ones thought of us and whether they cared enough for us, and we won't wait til we can barely talk to want to tell our loved ones how much we appreciate them. instead we will express it daily, everyday, every moment that we have. and wouldn't life be more meaningful to know that there are people that lives have touched ours, and vice versa?
People won't remember us by which dress we wore, or what watch we wear to work, or what car we drive and which house we lived in. A child will remember the person who taught her how to swim, or to read her first ABCs. i remembered my Sunday School teachers who taught me to appreciate Bible verses, my youth leader who drove us in his old wira to have supper, the friend who stood with me and my family at my dad's funeral and the friend who picked up my calls in the middle of the night so that i could unload. and no, i don't remember if they were wearing the latest Raoul shirts, or Dockers pants, or using a Nokia N-Series. all i remembered was they were kind to me, one way or another in the moments of my life when i needed a friend most.
If only we see death as what it is, we would truly live ...
