I was watching “P.S. I Love you” with my wife tonight (no wise cracks!) and at the end the main character made this statement. I thought it was dead on about the value of life.
“This is my one and only life, and it’s a great and terrible and short and endless thing. And none of us comes out of it alive.”
Life is funny. It truly is great and terrible at the same time, both short and endless. We only get one shot at this thing. What are we doing with the time we’ve been given?