5 weeks from now, it won't matter!
5 weeks.
Does it really matter? Does it really matter what they think of you, or what they said? Does it matter that you spend the majority of your time stressed out about some trivial aspect of work that, in the end, really doesn't matter.
4 weeks.
Was it that big of a deal that you got cut off? That you got flipped off? That you were late to work? That you missed your favorite show?
3 weeks.
Who cares if you don't have the biggest TV, or the latest iPod, or the nicest, newest, most outrageously expensive jeans that were made from new "old" denim and then shredded up to look like old, ratty, inexpensive work jeans.
2 weeks.
Do you really need to hold that grudge? Why can't you say you're sorry?
1 week.
Did you call? Did you tell them that you love them? Did you hug them and let them know how important they really are? Did you sit and talk, and listen? Did you enjoy the moment you were in? With them? With yourself? With your God?
It matters now. Because your time's up! You're gone. And all those worries, and stressors, and wastes-of-times, are still there. All those nice, new, shiny toys are there. And the people you love are there, too. The people you now wish you could spend time with. The people you wish you could squeeze and hold in your arms.
You knew someday this would happen. Everyone does. But, not this soon. Not now! It only happens to other people, and I don't plan on it happening to me until I'm old.
Nope. That's not how it goes. You have no control. So, don't watch, but be cognizant of that clock on the wall.
Because in 5 weeks, where will you be?
Does it really matter? Does it really matter what they think of you, or what they said? Does it matter that you spend the majority of your time stressed out about some trivial aspect of work that, in the end, really doesn't matter.
4 weeks.
Was it that big of a deal that you got cut off? That you got flipped off? That you were late to work? That you missed your favorite show?
3 weeks.
Who cares if you don't have the biggest TV, or the latest iPod, or the nicest, newest, most outrageously expensive jeans that were made from new "old" denim and then shredded up to look like old, ratty, inexpensive work jeans.
2 weeks.
Do you really need to hold that grudge? Why can't you say you're sorry?
1 week.
Did you call? Did you tell them that you love them? Did you hug them and let them know how important they really are? Did you sit and talk, and listen? Did you enjoy the moment you were in? With them? With yourself? With your God?
It matters now. Because your time's up! You're gone. And all those worries, and stressors, and wastes-of-times, are still there. All those nice, new, shiny toys are there. And the people you love are there, too. The people you now wish you could spend time with. The people you wish you could squeeze and hold in your arms.
You knew someday this would happen. Everyone does. But, not this soon. Not now! It only happens to other people, and I don't plan on it happening to me until I'm old.
Nope. That's not how it goes. You have no control. So, don't watch, but be cognizant of that clock on the wall.
Because in 5 weeks, where will you be?
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