Live Like You'Re Dying
If we are meant to be dead after years and years,
What's the meaning of being alive then?
Any human being, no matter what, will be buried anyway.
No memories will be kept after we are gone,
Nowhere will have a little dot of trace that prove we've went here before,
unless we commit to make every possibility worth it while,
take every second as God's gift,
live like you're dying,
and your impact will last forever and ever.
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