A guy is diagnosided with a terminal illness andf given only one more month to live. He starts doing all the things dear to him, things which mean the world to him.
If we look at our life and count the number of days vivid in our memory, Im sure we will struggle to count more than 20-30, only we have never asked ourselves what happened to all the other days? Why we cannt remebert these innumerable days? The answer is obviously nothing worthwhile was achived on most of our living days.
We should live assuming today is our last day in the world and made every hour count.
Think. Dream. Live.
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