In the book she writes:
"Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because, if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived."
Shocking. Terminal illnesses scare me. My mother in law and brother in law both recently died of cancer. When I consider that life is a terminal illness and we just have to make the best of it, I don't totally relate. I think life is wonderful already, so to say it is this terminal illness it doesn't catch me.
But what does catch me, is considering this... What if my husband had a terminal illness. Imagine how stupid fighting over sticky syrup on the table would be. Or how stupid it would be fighting about "You saw the cat puke on the carpet but didn't clean it up?" or the never ending.. "You didn't have time to go grocery shopping, but you did have time to update your facebook status and respond to all 10 posts".
Yes, if we could live this way we would be much happier, because we would put aside all the silly little things. But this is really MUCH easier said, than done.
Quincey, we are all terminal. Terminal. We have an end, we don't know when but we know we won't live forever, not the life we have now anyway. So living as if you are terminal just means get as much out of every moment as you can. LIVE! Live as if you need to get all the joy out of every day that you can, you will live life more fully!
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