There is a common saying: Keep the Sabbath day holy. But beyond working every day, beyond hustling to feed our families and survive, there is something deeper that every human being must pay attention to, the state of our soul. Whether or not we believe in the Almighty, one truth remains unshakable: death is certain. And because we do not know when our time will come, we ought to live as though each day might be our last.
Death is the one thing that equalises everyone. Whether rich or poor, strong or weak, wise or foolish, death does not discriminate. When it comes knocking, no amount of intelligence, power, or wealth can stop it. That thought alone should humble us.
Late last night, I found myself thinking about going to church in the morning. I reflected on my life, my journey, and everything happening around me. I thought of my family, friends, colleagues, and the people whose sacrifices shaped my present reality. When I consider all of these, I feel nothing but gratitude. None of us can go far without people who believe in us, people who share our dreams and fuel our vision. Without a clear sense of purpose, life scatters in different directions.
As I lay there, I asked myself a series of questions: Why am I here? What is my reason for existing? What must I do differently to become a better version of myself? The questions were deep, yet the answers did not come easily. At some point, I concluded that life can feel utterly meaningless, like chasing the wind. I wondered again: Is our purpose simply to serve our Maker? But what of those who do not believe in God? Do things simply happen by chance? Some call it destiny. Others believe preparation meets opportunity. Maybe the truth lies somewhere in between.
I began to think that if we lived with the daily awareness that we will die someday, we would strive to keep every day holy, not just the Sabbath. We would be more intentional, more careful with our choices. We have only one life, and many people look back in regret because they lived as if tomorrow was guaranteed.
At the end of all our efforts, our struggles, our successes, our wealth, what do we truly gain? Everything we gather will eventually be left behind. Whether we do good or evil, the earth will one day swallow us in the same six feet of soil. So why not choose goodness now?
What I fear most is not death itself, but what happens after I am gone. How will I be remembered? Will my life speak for something meaningful, or will I fade without a trace? The world is already full of bitterness, war, and unnecessary hate. Knowing that we all end the same way, shouldn’t we live in love and harmony?
In the end, life is brief. Everything fades. But the little good we do can echo far beyond us. So let us choose goodness, purpose, and peace, while we still can.
