Today was my last day on earth, I died today. It really doesn’t matter how I died. I will never see another sunrise or sunset with the eyes which served me well for so many years, even though my sight had weakened over the years. Amazingly, the things that were so important to me no longer matter at all and anything I did not finish will either be left undone or be done by someone else. Some will mourn my passing, some will be angry and hurt, and some will cry at the news of my death, but I will not return to the body I have known and been acquainted with for so long. My nationality, economic status, race, social status, or educational level no longer make a difference. Like my mother, father, brother, grandparents, other relatives, and friends who died before me, I left family and friends behind for business to go on as it always has before we were born.
I must have been dreaming or having a divine encounter, because suddenly, I realized that I am still alive. I did not die! Whether I rise to see the clouds or a sunshiny day, I may see tomorrow. However, what seemed to be so urgent and important to me before I died, no longer holds the same level of importance for me. Whether I was dreaming or receiving a divine wake-up-call, it was good for me to die today. I just had a moment of gratitude and appreciation for many things I failed to appreciate while I was living. I was too busy living to live and enjoy life. I was too busy worrying about things, situations, and problems to be genuinely concerned about people.
The good news is that today I am alive, and today I can begin to discipline myself to have a different outcome when the real day of my death comes. With a new lease on life, I come back to the planning room to move some things up on the list, some things down on the list, and some things off the list. It is going to take discipline, but I can already envision success. It was a good day to die and find out that I may have many more days to live.