One of the most profound articles I’ve read lately is this one by Jack Thomas at the Boston Globe, sharing his thoughts after receiving a terminal cancer diagnosis.
As the saying goes, fate has dealt me one from the bottom of the deck, and I am now condemned to confront the question that has plagued me for years: How does a person spend what he knows are his final months of life?
Whenever I find myself in yet another social media rabbit hole, chasing endless details about the latest political development, I try to pause, take a breath, and remind myself that many of these things don’t even matter in the long run. I suspect I’m not the only person feeling like this these days.
For me, the most poignant line in the article is this one:
All of us who, like me, are blessed with a pause before death, spend some time reliving the better moments.
I feel like we don’t do enough of this. We, as in, myself included. Too often we rage at our screens, or spends hours absorbed with the details of other people’s lives, while around us our loved ones hover expectantly, waiting for us to tear our gaze from our shiny screens and look instead at the beautiful world around us.
So if you’re reading this, I hope you will join me in setting aside a bit of time to reflect on the better moments in our lives.
Take care.
Imran Idris 