THOUGHT OF THE DAY   |   JUNE 7, 2017

Shortness of Life

This is where a man, couple days ago, had left this world. In this very lake, just outside a place I’m currently staying at. 

Around 6am, fishing in a boat. Heart attack. Waters took him in… 

A bunch of people gathered. Neighbours stressed, relatives crying. Out loud.  

I was standing a distance away, looking at the lake. Silently. And thinking to myself, “Not an inspiring event, of course. Yet, what a beautiful way to depart… Early morning. Natural, peaceful environment. Doing what you love. On the instant. Not too soon (age 67). And through no suffering…” 

It made me wonder. When a guy got up that morning, packed up his things, and left his home… did he knew this was going to be a journey of his very last? Did he felt it, deep inside? 

Would not be surprised, somewhere-somehow, he had a feeling. A strong call for peace. And to enjoy that morning, in a way, he knew, he would. So maybe this is why he chose that week-day (instead of the usual weekend) to come out… and to connect. 

It brought a thought… 

“Today we here. Tomorrow, we don’t know… Please remember the shortness of life.”  

Grateful, for this given day.

For any comments, it’s below…

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This is where a man, couple days ago, had left this world. In this very lake, just outside a place I'm currently staying at.

Around 6am, fishing in a boat. Heart attack. Waters took him in...

A bunch of people gathered. Neighbours stressed, relatives crying. Out loud.

I was standing a distance away, looking at the lake. Silently. And thinking to myself, "Not an inspiring event, of course. Yet, what a beautiful way to depart... Early morning. Natural, peaceful environment. Doing what you love. On the instant. Not too soon (age 67). And through no suffering..."

It made me wonder. When a guy got up that morning, packed up his things, and left his home... did he knew this was going to be his last? Did he ever felt it, deep inside?

Would not be surprised, somewhere-somehow, he had a feeling. A strong call for peace. And to enjoy that morning, in a way, he knew, he would. So maybe this is why he chose that week-day (instead of a usual weekend) to come out fishing...

It brought a thought...

"Today we here. Tomorrow, we don't know... Please remember the shortness of life."

Grateful, for this given day.

For any comments, it's below...

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