Life is a very precious gift from God. It should be treasured and we should live it to the fullest. But come to think of it, are we ready to cross that bar? What do I want to do before I die? How do I want to be remembered?
When I was younger, I don’t want to talk about death. Honestly, I’m afraid to die. Maybe because I don’t want my family and friends to be sad when I’m gone. And there’s a big question n my mind- When I go, will I meet my creator? Well, I hope so. So I want to change my bad attitudes and do more good things!
Before I cross the bar I want to do all the things that I wanna do. I want my dreams to be fulfilled. I want to have a happy family. I also want to help my parents. I want to make a difference to the people around me. I want to be remembered as a girl who once touches the lives of the people around her. I also want to be remembered in a nice and positive way.
Before I cross that bar, I wont regret any past or memories in my life because I know that everything happened in our life has a reason and has a lesson to learn. Be ready to cross the bar.-- em
I'm not that good..haha.. Here’s another version. This was made by my friend, Corrine. I was touched when I read this. So here it goes:
“Live your life as if it is your last” was a quotation I heard once but never did I forget. It tells me something which makes me stop and think, I hear it a hundred times a day the effect does not fade. Maybe it’s because the quotation has really strike me so hard.
What if I die tomorrow? What if I don’t have time left? How would I die? Would it hurt so much? Would it be bloody? Or as simple as not waking up the next day? These are the questions that bothered me and still bothering me since I’ve heard that quotation.
Death is something everyone cannot avoid. It is something that comes even on your happiest hour; and takes away the most precious thing which you do not value much until you are about to cross the line. It is something that comes and undergoes unexpectedly and sometimes horribly.
No one could beat death, every tiny bit of living things are to fade and die. I am afraid of death; in fact everybody is! The thought of death gives me a creepy felling of how would death take me.
I am an unhealthy person; and being weak and somewhat unable to do everything, kind of hurt me physically and emotionally. Emotionally because I am always on the corner, being set aside and not being able to play and do whatever I like; physically because they always injects me with antidotes, something that would make me calm, something that could energize me and they always collect and test my blood and make me drink a hundred of “big” medicinal tablets. How to die shouldn’t be new to me.
You see, living weak hurts. What more if I am to die? But as days pass, I somehow got used to it. Those things keep me alive! Whenever I think of the injections and blood, it makes me realize something that dying is not the end but the beginning of a new journey.
But still my fear does not subside; the thought of death still makes me sad and cry. I love living, being with my friends and love one’s just makes me feel loved and important; they call me “lola, puppi, sugar, hearty, bebe, jayson, kitty, etc” they’re always right there beside me, concerned and they reprimand me most of the time that was because I am sort of mischievous and I don’t follow the do’s and don’ts ordered by the doctor.
I’m getting attached to them and to this world that makes me wanna stay and refuse to cross the bar. But, what can I do? I’m just a human being who’s to die someday. And if ever I arrive on the day that I should step across the line, I shall have the heaviest feet a man could ever have. For it is a fact that to be left and stay is harder than to go; it is but a burden to make the ones I love and who loves me back, cry.
And now, I’m still breathing, I only have one choice that is “to live my day as if it is my last” -- Corrine
I’m her sugar! That made my eyes teary and that made me love her very much.
