“What would you like people to think about you when you’ve gone?”
“I’d like for them to say he took a few cups of love, he took 1 tablespoon of patience, 1 teaspoon of generosity, 1 pint of kindness. He took 1 quart of laughter, 1 pinch of concern, and then he mixed willingness with happiness. He added lots of faith and he stirred it up well, then he spread it up over a span of a lifetime, and he served it to each and every deserving person he met”
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One thing people think about you when you’re alive, and another when you’ve gone.
You can’t persuade evidence to the contrary to people who lower your qualities when you’re no longer alive.
Death is the only thing you can be 100% certain of that it will happen. There is something intrinsically beautiful about death. Something truly lovely about the idea: delicate, graceful, and natural. Reaching that eternal peace where we are coming full circle in the world.
The first thing I read in the paper every time I lay my hands on them is obituaries. This may sound morbidly melancholic but it’s not. I wouldn’t be surprised if a fair number of newspaper readers share this same routine.
Reading an obituary is not so much an act of mourning a death but of reviewing a life of notable accomplishment and celebrating it. It’s a constant reminder of the inevitable: death.
What would you like people to think about you when you’ve gone?
Craft your recipe for life cautiously.
Choose the best ingredients (personality and attitude) and best tools (support from family and friends) to gain your fullest potential in order to fulfill your life purpose.
At times you may spill the ingredients, undercooking and overcooking them, or even cut yourself with your utensil; but it’s okay everyone makes mistakes. Crafting well-praised recipes need experience and practice. So is life. Don’t forget to take pleasure in doing it because time cannot be repeated.
You sure do want to leave a good impression so when people read your obituary in the paper they would whisper…
“What a good person… Rest in peace.”

























