When we hear of someone who has died in what we believe is before his time, we tend to stop and take stock of our own life.
When I did that, I reached a conclusion that my life is beautiful. In any case, I've had enough people saying this to me so I already know it is true.
It is a perfect life. Perfect from my point of view and the only view that should matter.
I was discussing life, death and the hereafter, with a dear friend via emails, and I wrote "It seemed to me that most people are afraid to say that their life is perfect already. They are worried that if they say it is perfect then it cannot get better. It can be perfect at that particular point in time."
I added, "I like to think that my life is perfect today. So is yours! I see you so happy and contented and I think that's perfect. If it doesn't get better, it's already perfect. If it gets better, then, by golly, it's better than perfect. A win-win situation, I think."
Someone's early demise shouldn't be the moment when we stop to think about our lives although I suppose it is a natural thing to do. However, I am now going to make a conscious effort to count my blessings each day and not wait for a catalyst.
I realise I have reached a certain point in my life where there is no longer any reason to prove I am happy. I just am and it's a beautiful life.
Bon Voyage, Errol! This one's for you!