A young man was awakened during the night by the feel of covers slipping off his body and the faint draft of cold air. As he opened his eyes he saw a figure standing over him.
“Let’s go,” the figure whispered.
Frightened the young man scrambled to the corner of the bed. “Who are you?! How did you get in here?”
“I am death. And we are now known to each other.”
Perplexed the young man looked around. He must be dreaming. “A lucid dream,” he thought as he willed his body to wake up.
A cold realization came over the young man as he looked down and saw his body lying peacefully, still wrapped under the covers. This was no dream. He was dead. His time was up.
“Please, one more day,” the young man pleaded. “I have been so worried about what might be that and I just need one day to live freely knowing what is to come.”
Death looked down at the young man with pity. “One more day. I will return. Momento Mori. You can die tomorrow.”
With that, the figure was gone. The young man felt his eyes grow heavy as he felt himself slip back beneath the covers.
How will the young man react when he wakes up?
How would you react if you knew your time was up and at the last second you were given just one more day. Would you wake up sad or glad? A mixture of both?
Imagine being the young man and death not giving you that one extra day. How badly would you want to wake up just one more time? If death said you couldn’t have the whole day but you’d be allowed breakfast how much care would you take in tasting your breakfast? How much joy would you get from the most mundane activity if you knew this was your curtain call?
We are all the young man and we have all been given a pardon until tomorrow.
One of the keys to happiness is remembering you will die. I will die. But we are not dead. Not yet. But, there’s always tomorrow. And that is why we should be happy.
View life from the perspective that it must come to an end and we’re all living on borrowed time. Momento Mori, one day you must die. And that’s what makes life so beautiful.
Each night when you go to bed, think to yourself “That was life. But now it’s over.” And when you wake up the next day be happy that you’ve been given a one-day reprieve. Momento Mori.
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