Recently, I lost one of my dearest friends, someone with whom I had a karmic connection. His sudden passing once again led me to deep reflection. We live in a world full of anxieties and uncertainties about the future, yet we act as if we have all the time in the world. We make plans for the future, as if we know when our time will come. We may let the daily grind consume us, but life is short and unpredictable.
During my friend's funeral, I realized something profound: in the end, what remains is love and a deep thirst for life. Grief and anger over the loss fade when I remember the moments we shared. He was a living example of how we should live—fully, doing what we love and passionately embracing every moment. He never let a minute pass without living in the "now," even in the hardest times.
We often postpone what truly matters for "tomorrow." But tomorrow rarely comes for all the things we say we’ll do "tomorrow" or "next week." And so weeks turn into months, months into years, and life passes without being fully lived.
The reality is simple: the only certainty in life is that, at some point, we will leave this world. When, though, is unknown. The real question is: how truly are we living while we still have time? When was the last time you felt truly alive? When did you do something that defines your true nature?
Appreciating life’s small gifts, like being honest with ourselves and listening to our true needs, is what brings us closer to authenticity. On the mountain, the simplest thing—like a warm cup of tea in the middle of nowhere—becomes an invaluable gift. In our daily lives, being honest with ourselves and following what makes us feel complete is the most important thing.
The "now" never returns. Our time is the most precious gift.
After bidding farewell to my friend, I realized we shouldn’t let routine wear us down. It’s not worth focusing on trivial things that pull us away from what truly matters. I returned home, found my husband, and immediately apologized for the harsh things I might had said in the past. I did the same with my parents. That day, I decided to write on my blog again, something I had put off for "another time"—a "another time" that had been delayed for almost two years.
The fear that maybe what I write won’t be liked was holding me back. But I realized that what matters is not how many people like it, but that I express myself authentically. Every time I step out of my comfort zone, I feel more alive. And every time daily life tries to suck me in, I think of my friend and take action again. Because our true nature is what will lead us to exciting and beautiful paths.
Goodbye for now, my dear A.
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