Time is precious

Rule: When you are living, every minute has its own worth
Exception: When you are so busy you forget that you are living here and now

I am often reminded about how fragile life is. A friend dies. A relative dies. I sit and hold my dying granny's little hand. Once I sat and groeved next to the body of my very good friend and a small hair had fallen from her dear head. I took that hair in my hand and held it towards the light and I could hear the words - this is how fragile a man's life is.

So now, when I find that days have passed and I am not sure what happened - I try to take a deep breath and get back to basics. To live. And to see the people around me.

If I feel preassurized by people around me, people who think I should give them more than I have to give, I also put my foot down. My life is also precious. I am accountable for how I spend my days.