One day I won't be young. I won't carry myself with insolent insouciance. I won't feel like I'm on top of the world.
One day I won't be this healthy. I won't recover from the flu like I do now. I won't recover from a few hours of sleep as easily.
One day I won't be as beautiful. I won't have a smooth skin. I won't stand tall.
But today.
Today I am all these things. Today I do all these things. And today I am taking time to appreciate all these things.
It is not the idea of death that is haunting so much as the idea that I could leave this planet with regrets. Thinking that everything I ever had I took for granted. That everything I could do, I didn't do. That every ounce of love I had in my body, I didn't give.
One day I won't be here. My words will. That's all that matters.
Today I laugh. Today I eat. Today I feel good.
Today I celebrate.
