( Excerpt from the last letter of an young girl who died of Ewing Sarcoma at the tender age of 27.)
1.
How many good times have I wasted brooding, because I didn’t like the COLOR of my new NAIL polish ?
Oh! I could have spent them on so many HAPPY THINGS of my life in stead !
Even in this pain and suffering, can I steal few of those moments now ? Those PRICELESS MOMENTS spent on WORTHLESS THOUGHTS.
2.
How much time I have wasted on my poor body image, my beak like nose. Today How desperately I want the same nose to let me live a bit little longer, but It won’t.
How much I hated those exercises, how much I liked those junk foods once upon a time. Today as I lie shriveled on this bed counting my days, I promise myself daily, I could eat any DAMN thing to LIVE a LITTLE LONGER. I would do any mean exercise, only if it can give me my health back
Moral
Yes, we realize the value of time only AFTER it’s gone.
Alas, If we can catch them EARLY to live a fuller life with the small things given to us.
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