We never know how long we have here.
Until it is too late.
This moment.
This place.
These companions.
All can vanish in a blink.
And we are left either wishing we had cherished the time
Or regretting being less than fully present.
What if we think of each moment as never coming again?
What if we live in a way that we have no regrets?
Can we stop to notice the heart-filling beauty of being surrounded by loved ones?
Surrounded by breath-taking trees or sagauros older than us?
Can I count the moments I make a child feel important?
Or comfort a dear friend who has seen all those she loves pass?
On my death bed will I thank God for the beauty bestowed on me and the heart riches I can claim?