Dying

 I am dying.  I woke up one day and said to myself, "I am dying."  Depressing thought?  Well, maybe.  Depends on the response.  Suddenly the thought came to me, that I was not dead yet.  I woke up.  Biologically, I may be dying on that level, but I am not dead yet.  I am alive.  This day is a gift.  No one wakes up dead, that I know of.  So how do I live the gift?  As gift, I try to live in the NOW.  Not now I am depressed, but now in being positive and loving, caring, of service.  Love myself by taking time out to pray, a little exercise, nourishment for body and heart.  Then be a light for others around me.  Who knows how they woke up?  If they are in darkness, be a light.  You never know.