How much life is enough life? How long do we have to be alive, to be alive? No matter how fast we run from it, how much we try to avoid it, death is the ultimate reality of life. No matter how poor or rich you are, no matter how much you bench, no matter how much life you try to put into your life, the harsh truth of life is that it is being taken away from you, one breath at a time. The miles we run, the money we earn, the healthy food we eat, or the wounds we treat, are all but an attempt at delaying the onset of this truth. This is not something to get scared or upset with. This is just an attempt to vindicate the fact that at the first breath we take once we’re born into this world, we fail. We fail to defeat death.

So, our first effort when coming into the world, is nothing but failure. Yet, it is the thing we’re most afraid of in our life later on. Failure is not an option that’s given to us, it’s our birthright. It is true that a man who says he has never failed has never learned anything worthwhile, and now you know that he’s a liar too. We strive to gain that piece of bread that sits on our tables at the end of the day and at the beginning of each morning. We strive to give our better half that precious time they ask for, or find time to become our children’s play toy. We strive to meet that deadline our bosses gave us. We strive for every single inch of land we stand upon, but we forget the deadline we have been given by God. If only everyone actually acknowledged that their days on this planet, this beautiful, frightening planet, are limited, they would look at life from a different perspective. It is wonderful how we all know we have an expiration date, but we still don’t think about it. Our mind is an amazing part of our creation that doesn’t let us think about our doomsday, but we should. Every once in a while, when we’re faced with a perilous question that might put our rationalities at stake, we must stop and greet this thought into our lives. It’s true that death changes everything. Be it the death of a dear one, or the death of a famous celebrity you used to admire, it does change you. Not just because you loved that person or had a connection with them, it subconsciously reminds you of your own limited time on this planet. But that thought is suppressed as quickly as it comes, leaving us vulnerable to our sense of immortality once more.

It is not how well we lived our life here in this world that we’ll be admired for, it’s what we left behind, our legacy, that will make us worth remembering. Our decisions shouldn’t just be based on making our lives better, because our lives are temporary, they’re fragile towards this world’s vices and offerings, but the human society as a whole is immortal. What are you going to do today that will benefit the entire human race? That’s the question. Forget nationalities, forget race, creed, colour or even religion, do one thing that’ll make this planet a little livelier in your entire lifetime, if not your every day. It doesn’t have to be monetary, since money is but an invention of humans. Just one act, courageous enough to change a little part of this world, which will ripple through time. That’s the thought I want our fading bodies to leave here with.