Short Yet Complete Life

So I distressed my past life parents when I died at the tender age of four. I’m sorry.

But let’s look at it from a different angle. They had me for four years. And I’m sure I was a beautiful and smart baby. Was it good having me as their child?

Or would they rather not have me at all if they knew they would lose me soon?

Shortly after I posted that article, I received the news that a friend of mine passed away. She was hospitalized when her health suddenly deteriorated and she chose not to be kept on tubes. She was in her early sixties.

She was the kind of person who vaguely remembered past deaths. I once talked with her about her Akashic Records, and she acknowledged she wasn’t so afraid of death. She knew it was essentially a transformational process.

Randy Pausch, author of The Last Lecture, died at age 47.

Okay, before you get too depressed and click away, let me ask you: Is longer life better life? Many people seem to think so. But I think each of these lives are complete in their own right.

If a laundry machine breaks during the warranty period, we have the right to complain. It’s supposed to last at least for that period. But life is not like that.

Am I bringing up the cliched teaching of Carpe Diem (Seize the day)? No. That phrase carry the pessimistic and destructive energy. I’d say “Cherish the day.”

If you are blessed to have a child, enjoy that gift today. Their presence in your life now is a miracle. And of course, this is not just about a child. You don’t really know if your friends, family members, casual acquaintances, or your job, house, etc. are going to be here tomorrow.

You don’t really know if you are going to be here tomorrow.

I’m going to make this post deliberately short. It’s definitely the shortest post here at Yes to Me.

Does it make this post worthless?