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Somebody in my department, a 500 level student, died. Today, the department held a condolence procession and candlelight walk in his honour. I wasn't planning to attend because, truthfully, I didn't know him personally. But I knew someone who did, and somehow, that was enough to pull me there.

It was an emotional roller coaster. He was so young. As people shared their memories of him, I realized just how deeply he had touched the lives around him. There were tears, laughter through tears, and countless stories of kindness, leadership, and love. Even when it started raining, nobody left. We kept walking through the rain, honouring a life that had ended too soon.

Listening to those who knew him, it became obvious that he had lived well. He was the kind of person who carried light wherever he went. So when the person anchoring the procession said, "A good life is not marked by the length of days," those words stayed with me.

Because as heartbreaking as today was, I left with a different perspective. I realized that the measure of a fulfilling life isn't necessarily how long you live, but how well you live. The Bible reminds us that a thousand years are like a day before God. So perhaps the real question is not, "How many years did you have?" but, "What did you do with the years you were given?"

How do you treat people? What impact do you leave behind? When people remember you, what stories will they tell?

Dearest reader, it's not just about how far you go. It's about how well.

That is the lesson today's procession etched into my heart. As sad as it was, it left me with a question I don't think I'll forget anytime soon: Just how well am I living?

Life is painfully uncertain. Someone who looks perfectly healthy today may be gone tomorrow. None of us knows the exact time we have,that reality shouldn't fill us with fear, but it should remind us to live intentionally, to love generously, to be kind, and to leave every place and every person a little better than we met them.

So, while tomorrow isn't promised, today is. And maybe that's enough reason to live it well.





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