Yes, I write this to you, yes you who are reading this. And I write this presently thinking of you as you read this. I wish to speak to you, to your heart, to the very recesses of your being. But to begin I would like to ask a favor of you, only do not refuse me. Pause for a moment and think, how many more years do you have on the surface of this earth? Rather, how many years do you think you have to live? Or better still, how many do you want to live?
A priest had asked this question at a mass I attended in the cool of the evening at a Parish outside my school. Since then that question has left a deep impression upon me. When I was invited to speak to my fellow students from other departments in Church, I did put this question to them as well. This is because in as much as the question sounds so simple it is a very important question that carries on with it deep and very moving thoughts. Thoughts about life itself, about its meaning, about its purpose, about me, about you, and about everyone we see, have seen and will see during the course of this said time. It carries with it a kind of fear, of uncertainty, and more so because what happens after our stay on earth is something entirely not within our grasp. For so long we have been in control only to reach a point where we will not be in control anymore, a point so uncertain that we are not even in control of whether we will still be in control of our existence or not.