The years pass,
The months end,
The minutes are shortened and the hours are not long enough.
The days are ending faster,
The time is shortened,
Every day we get older and the dead are waiting for us.
We all are going to die.
It can be today, tomorrow, in a month or in a year.
Death could be at the other side of the door,
We don’t know that,
No one can tell you that.
Live without thinking about tomorrow,
Live the days like if your are going to die tomorrow,
Don’t think in the past, think in the present
and live the present without thinking about the future.
