Yesterday i went to a coworker’s homeogoing service. It was sad to see someone that I laughed and joke with on the regular gone too early. Brother Paul Neal Nelson will never be forgotten and dearly missed. During one of the tributes to him one of the speakers said something that I found to be profound; he said we have to learn how to count our days. At first I thought he was speaking about getting ready to die and pass on to other side but he was speaking in a different context. He was telling us to make a every day count because you never know when it will be your last.
Now ask yourself, are you making everyday count? Are you living life the way you want to? Are you making things happen or are you waiting for things to happen to you? It’s something about death that makes you put life into the proper perspective. It makes you wonder if all the pettiness that people carry on is worth it. Many people live and die and it’s like they never have existed, they were just passing through the journey that is life. They didn’t leave their mark or make the world a better place they just lived. Do you want to be one of these people because I damn sure don’t.
I want to be remembered for being somebody that played the game of life and won despite the obstacles that thrown my way. Everyday is an opportunity to change from what you currently are into the king you see yourself as. If you were to die today have you lived a full life? Or have you wasted your time being what someone else wants you to be? We been taught to always think about others and not ourselves; to always be kind and caring and to take other people’s feeling into consideration.
But where does that leave you when the people you have been looking out for are nowhere around you when you need them. When you pour your time and energy into others you are wasting your vital energy. Yesterday at the funeral very few people were generally sad. Most people just looked like they were there because it was something to do and just a reason to get out of work. Very few looked like they genuinely cared that he passed and were having conversations among themselves. There was also alot of posturing going on with so called church folks; lotta hooting and hollering but no genuine emotion.
I guess that just the world in general; no one gives a shit. There are 200 people at my job that knew Neal but only 10 showed up to the funeral. These people would be laughing and joking with him all the time but when it came to the realness of death and just life in general they showed their true colors. Real people are in the minority and their is an overpopulation of fakeness. Funny how you can learn life lessons at the most unexpected time. I was not expecting to gain clarity and perspective from the service but I did. Life has a funny way of showing you what’s important. The only thing that matters making a mark and making your days count.