I went into my Day Job this morning, and was immediately handed a printout of an email stating that one of our salesguys in our Texas office passed away suddenly last night when he had a heart attack. He was a lovely guy, with a fabulous, generous spirit, who lived his life happily, if not altogether healthily.
It made me cry. All I had to think of was the wife, daughter and the new grand-daughter he left behind, and I felt so sad. It bothered me all morning, and by lunch, I was searching for meaning to what had happened: How dare he not take care of himself and keep himself well? Had he been living his life as fully as he could? In what ways am I not engaged in my life? Am I doing all that I can to be well and healthy for the people in MY life? What's holding me back from getting to where I want to?
I know someone who eats and drinks his way through life with gusto - he loves to entertain, loves food and has been known to say, before taking a bite of decadent cheesecake, that "Life is short - why suffer!"
True, I suppose, but I would assert that because you might not be here for long, that is all the more reason to take care of yourself, and treat your body like it matters to you and is the vehicle to carry you through your big, glorious life.
I want everyone to learn from my co-worker's death - hug your loved ones, be grateful for the abundance in your life, and quit playing small. You owe it to the world - if something is in your way, health issues, a job you don't like, your fears, or whatever, then MOVE it. Time is valuable, and it's up to you to use it wisely.