Okay, maybe not.
But the possibility of our lives ever coming to abrupt stop had me thinking on the way home from my workout.
Life can end with the suggestions of the Mayan calendar. The world can end after, the world can end tomorrow, the world can end now. Someone can come into my room and shoot me dead....right now.
So, will we be happy with ourselves when that ever so elusive moment comes? Suppose we had five minutes of after life to assess our time on earth...can we say that we were happy when we died?
Or did we need just another 10 years or so. Enough time to kiss enough ass, massage more egos, or climb up a totem pole. Did we need that time?
Is our happiness dependent on who we are, what we love...or does it depend on how awesome we'll be when this or that happens. Will you have loved yourself no matter the circumstance or status? Will you know that you spent everyday listening to your heart and becoming the best version of yourself...you.
I suppose I won't really know for sure how I'll be in those fantasized 5 minutes after I die.
But, these truths I am very convinced of.
I wake up under a roof everyday.
I have plenty to eat every day.
I have a car...its crazy.
I wake up everyday with a full agenda in both athletics, and music...the loves of my life.
And despite having many places I want to go, and many things I want to do with my passions, I know that my happiness depends on knowing that I can look in the mirror everyday and know that I have devoted myself to the things I love most. I don't know how happiness can go past that.
