I was asked out of the blue a few days ago; "How short would your life have to be before you would start living differently today?"
Even though i know that intellectually each breath could be my last, i still find myself spending an astonishing amount of time thinking about things i cannot change - possible futures, pasts mistakes and what could have been done differently.
The truth is; the end of our lives is always just one breath away. I think that for me living habitually is a way of denying this truth. A way of saying that I have all the time in the world to change, to live differently, to live joyfully, to live meaningfully, to help others, to take risks, to love unconditionally.
How short would my life have to be? It already is as short as it could possibly be.
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