The little guy and I took a trip to the local library today. I found a few books and put my name on a waiting list for “The Last Song”. One of the books I read today was called “A Short Guide to a Happy Life” by Anna Quindlen.
The book talked about terminal illnesses. They scare me. My mother in law and brother in law both recently died of cancer. Some day that life is a terminal. We just have to make the best of it. I don’t totally understand. I think life is wonderful already, so to say life is this terminal illness it doesn’t catch me.
What does catch me, is considering this… What if my husband had a terminal illness. Imagine how stupid fighting over something like sticky syrup on the table would be.
Yes, if we could live with this mindset we would be much happier, because we would put aside all the silly little things. The reality is that this is really MUCH easier said, than done.
Quincey, we are all terminal. Terminal. We have an end, we don't know when but we know we won't live forever, not the life we have now anyway. So living as if you are terminal just means get as much out of every moment as you can. LIVE! Live as if you need to get all the joy out of every day that you can, you will live life more fully!