I overheard someone say, "You only live once," today at the Rec Center. The phrase triggered something in my mind. I stopped, turned around, and for a moment thought about those words.
I remember coming to America like it was yesterday. I remember the first day of class with perfect clarity. I remember eating my first hamburger. I remember these and many more and the more I delve into these memories I am reminded of how fast my life has gone by. Twenty-one years old and trying to keep up with my youth.
I don't want to wake up one night in the middle of Iraq wondering about how my life has turned out. You only live once. I want to make sure that this life is one worth living, but more importantly, one worth dying for.
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hey buddy... powerful, yeah I guess you'll have plenty of time to think over there... maybe you should keep a journal?
What does this mean, a life worth dying for? What kind of life is worth dying for?
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