A note to self

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.
— Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

Someone I know lost her husband suddenly a week ago. They have a five months old baby after being together for two years. 
When he died, she wasn't there. She was in another country. So she rushed home and got a few minutes to hold his corpse before he went to the ground. To rest finally. In peace. 

I am a big fond of moments. But even so, sometimes I abandoned moments because my mind has summoned me to the next chores/task waiting to be finished. 

But seeing my dear friend crying and holding her husband's corpse and saying 'I am sorry my love, I wasn't there with you,' was again another so hard- unreal reminder that time is tick-tocking you in silence. 
You might only have tomorrow. 
It can always happen. It is possible. 

So I, again, decided to re-embraced my fond of moments. Because I hope, when my time comes, I leave knowing that I have lived.

A note to self. 

Germany, June 24th, 2017