To the death
Ok, so by now everyone knows the Crocodile Hunter guy, Steve Irwin, died while filming another of his nature escapades. The one thing that struck me and keeps resonating is that he died doing what he loves and being his most “himself”. Whether people think he had it coming, it was about time, or the Discovery channel caused it (all views I have heard recently), I think that in some ways his death was admirable.
He lived his life in an extremely full manner, filled with the things he had a passion for, and I’m sure when he died, he was in the middle of having fun. I think that’s the way to go. Had I heard that he died at home, in his sleep, I would have felt sorry for him. This way, my first thought was, “You go, Steve!”
So the lesson here? If we fill our lives, all the little moments, with things we love to do, then we increase the odds that when the time comes for us to leave this lifetime, we will not be caught in an idle moment, perhaps wasting time. We will go out in style, doing what we love.
Just a thought.
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