When you witness death, life no longer scares you.
You find yourself comparing the end to the beginning. You forget that it’s the middle that counts because that is where everything happens.
When you are waiting for your phone to ring and you are on a marathon of hospital runs and standing in elevators where everyone looks down instead of up; you transform into a shackled zombie shuffling along a single track always looking over your shoulder for an oncoming train.
By the bedside watching a loved one slip away, you are reminded of how they lived. Tiny snapshots expand into full cinematic view. The heart rate machine seizes to reach its highs and lows and collapses into one final long beep. The oxygen mask is removed and your entire childhood slips through the palm of your hand leaving your soul robbed and barren.
You die a little each day but on this day you die more.
If there is one thing you learn from death; it is this:
The beginning is for learning.
The end is for remembering.
And the middle is for living.
So make sure to have a spectacular middle.