When I Die…
Last week, I wrote about the walls that have sprung up in all kinds of far flung places around the world, adorned with people’s confessions of what they would like to do, be or have Before I Die. It is a truly amazing thing to read such variety and yet such similar themes that emerge from these confessions.
You should not be surprised.
I am tempted to make a bit of a mini-series along these lines and so this week, what if I were to give you another starting sentence that sounds very similar but is more concerned with the reality of death.
It doesn’t have to be morbid of course. Not if you stick to the same aspirational theme that we explored last week.
So, here goes…
“When I Die…”
Personally, when the time comes to die, I would prefer (prefer being the operative word as opposed to something like I will have) to know that my life has counted for something.
That somehow, regardless of how much evidence there is on the internet, or the number of people who show up for my funeral, I will know that I made a difference. Even if that difference is measured merely by the quality of the lives stood around me as they wave me off into eternity.
It would be wonderful to leave a large pile of money for those loved ones to continue to do some good works in increasing capacity but if there isn’t a foundation established by then; oh well, hopefully, the value of my life will have been measured in more meaningful ways than that.
Or as Bono & The Edge wrote so beautifully in their song Kite:
I’m not afraid to die
I’m not afraid to live
And when I’m flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did
How about you? I’m not suggesting you draft up your funeral plan but as Stephen Covey used to say, “Begin with the end in mind.”