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Give Me Roses While I Can Smell Them – Exploring My Mortality

Give me Roses while I can smell them – Exploring my mortality

The way things happen these days, you don’t know whose name God will call next. Whose name is next on those that are to be retired from life. We don’t know when any of us will be called home. Of course, there are others that wish to be retired. But wishes are not horses.

Life is like a day, there’s the dawn, the morning, midday and evening. Unfortunately, the work environment has led to people celebrating the evening of life mostly. But is evening really the best part of day? Is it the best time to feel hope? 

I don’t even remember the last time I enjoyed the warmth of the morning sunlight. 

Or the last time I stood mouth wide looking at the woman and child in the moon. 

I also remember that happiness did not cost me anything as a child.

And there are those who refuse to give people Roses when they can still smell them. 

Those people who refuse to give others water when they are thirsty. 

Those who refuse to write lovely messages to people who can still read. 

Those who have made it a habit to say nice things to people who can’t hear anymore.

Just as the companies you work for have the word, “limited” at the end so are our lives. Or the goods that we use made by limited companies.

Please make an apology before the eulogy.

Give Me Roses While I Can Smell Them: Exploring My Mortality

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Sadly, I know that as I point a finger, the other four are pointing back at me. I have been more pessimistic than optimistic and I haven’t been very diligent in following my own advice. But I plan to start following my own advice.
I owe my pessimistic nature not to life but to Thomas Hardy who I read when my mind was pure and gullible. Like Elizabeth, youth has taught me that happiness is an occasional episode in the general drama of pain.

And one of my favorite characters by Hardy wanted no flowers at his funeral. The mayor of Casterbridge, given his mistakes in life. He who had lived in piss did not want people to wish him peace in the afterlife.

Isaac said, “I do not know the day of my death.”

Genesis 27:2

Well, like Isaac, no one knows the day or the hour. I hope we can all be prepared when we are finally called home.

Byaruhanga Ambrose

Also published on Medium.

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