Sometimes, I forget that every day I live, could be my last.  If I daily remember to consider this truth, I live more deliberately and therefore, realize the importance of my actions.  Did I start my day with prayer? Was I kind enough? Did I look for opportunities to be there for my family and friends? Was I a good neighbor (defined as those I may come across during my day)?  

If I start my day fully aware of the fact that I might die, then each moment can be appreciated for what it is, a gift.  If I do my daily tasks with joy, as much as is possible, I will be living the way I believe I should. Even when I fall short, if I have done my best at that particular time and place, I can sleep peacefully.

Now, the only thing that any of us know for sure is that we all will die someday.  How we live begins to have more meaning if we remember this. Feelings are good indicators of right and wrong.  If I should feel sad, it just may be the right way to feel at that particular time and place. The same goes for feeling joy, guilt, or any other feeling.  Denying feelings is not helpful because it is not being authentic. You can hide feelings from yourself, but it serves no useful purpose. It complicates things in already complicated world.   

That brings me to today, right now, in this moment.  If I can feel like I am on the right track in a situation, I probably am. If I act contrary to that, I may be acting in bad faith.  Either way, the decision is mine. And each day requires many small decisions to be made, maybe even some big ones too. As long as I keep my mortality in mind, hopefully my final moments will be loving and kind so that I may leave a positive legacy for my children and grandchildren.  That is my sincere desire even if today should be my last.