When we meet our creator one day, he will ask us: “Did you approach yourself and others with love—did you give it and receive it?”
Who doesn’t die? And what won’t I take to the grave?
I haven’t written for a long time. My grandpa died unexpectedly. Not that we had a very close relationship, but the fact that I’ll never see him again, that life is so fragile and unpredictable, hit me hard. We don’t know the day or the hour. Looking at and posting on Facebook or Instagram seemed completely pointless and unimportant to me.
But life goes on, so I’m writing. But what should I take away from this experience?
When I remember grandpa, I don’t think about how far he got in life, or how he raised us, or what kind of apartment he had. I remember how he looked at us, how I felt with him, was he there for me? Was he willing to help me? Was he kind?
This brings me to myself, how do I want people to remember me? What do I want to feel when I am dying? I want to feel love, I don’t want to regret anything.
Therefore, I think, now even more, that it’s really incredibly important to meet with myself every day, at least for a moment, and ask:
What is REALLY important?
What do I REALLY want?
Am I doing this out of love?
Will I be proud of myself for this?
