You’re Going To Die One Day
I’m sitting here on a long night and I’ve been listening to my favorite people and I’m seeing a constant theme that has been running through my own head the past few months
You’re going to die
That’s what Gary Vee told a girl who asked Gary to give her three words to encourage her. She looked shocked but he was right, we are all going to die, our life is not a given and our next breath may be our last.
Do something that is going to count
TD Jakes tells us that “the clock is ticking”. “Don’t waste your time” and “What are you going to do with the time you have left”.
Gary V also mentions regret, most of us do not think about regret until we have to.
We regret having an affair
We regret stealing that item
We regret those words we spoke.
But what about the regret at the end of our lives, we can’t change it, we can’t go back and get a do-over, it’s done. What we have regretted to say, to do or to complete, well. Time is up and over.
The bell rings it’s final sound.
Lately I’ve been thinking about my end and honestly I’m not ready to go. I’m not afraid to die, I’m just not ready. I have things I want to do and I’m just now at the age of 56 figuring out what they are.
See, when you are young 16-25 you don’t rarely think about the end, you think about yourself, you are self focuses and you matter, generally around the end of that time you start to settle down, have children and this is what I call .. Life happening, from 25-50 your working that job, having those babies, working on the house, the car, getting a new house, a new car, vacations and the last thing you are thinking about is.. Regret. That last breath, shoot you don’t even have time breath.
At 50 you start to look at the end, your friends start to die, your children grow up and enter that 25-50 crowd where they do not have time for you, they are focused on their family, their things and they have no regret. But you do.
Last year my step father made the choice to end his own life. He just told me he was done. I regret not thinking this out with him more, had he waited to stop treatment till I got there, had I been thinking more I’d have had him wait and he would not have had to die alone. It bothered me as I thought about it, how could he have chosen to just end his life, he was done, he was ready to go. I still do not have any clue to how that feels or why. He did, and he stopped all treatment and in a matter of 3 days we were carrying out his wishes.
I’m a believer in fate, I believe things happen for a reason, not only good things but bad and when they happen you have a choice on how you are going to handle them.
I’m hearing all around me not from just one person I respect, but two. Maybe there will be more, but honestly that is enough to put a fire under me. It’s time to move forward and get these things moving.
I’m 56, I’m not dead, in fact.. I’ve just started to live.