I've been thinking about death a lot lately... I don't mean to sound so morbid on a sunny Sunday afternoon. But I guess that's just one of the things people think about when they're not exactly having the best of times.
I wonder what my last words would be, if i would get the chance to tell people how I feel, or who the last person I hug would be. I know that I'd give my organs away and I know all my books would be well-loved.
But I always wonder if i would have said all i needed to say, or done all that I've needed to do. I know it's something I won't ever know but it just makes me think. A whole lot more than is necessary.
After reading the secret above from PostSecret, it was like a reminder that life's too short for you to be thinking bout death. I should be doing things and not putting them off. I should meet people cause you never know what distance might keep you apart and I should always be grateful for life, cause there's only ONE of that, which The Big Guy has blessed me with.