The Saddest Thing In Life
A short but deep thought about life.
The fulfilment of our souls lies in becoming a servant to our higher calling — submitting ourselves to the will of our purpose, being aware that our mortality exists for a reason. And what could that reason be we dare to ask?
If you knew you could never die, would you strive to be anything more than you currently are? Longevity — the good we surely pray for — does more harm than brevity.
The consciousness of our finitude could be, as much as I can tell, the brilliance of mother nature — her very own way of eliminating complacency and waste. But yet, many doth waste away, only a handful have immortalised their names by profound deeds.
The saddest thing in life is to live and find out you had lived wrong.
Take inventory of your life, starting today — figure out what has been your incentive for living up till this very moment.
The question thus is, starting today — what are you going to do with your life?
What will you be remembered for?
“As I face inevitable death, what is the purpose and meaning of my life, that will not be undone when am gone?” — Leo Tolstoy
