Mountains of my life: Forever Soldier

Mortals

Mortals, we're truly mortals. Our body decays, there's no such thing as the fountain of youth. When Pope John Paul II died a year ago (his first death anniversary was just celebrated), we are reminded that everyone (even the pope) dies. We grow old, and that's for certain. Our body goes back to dust.

If you feel sick, or something not good in your body, your are reminded of this. This phenomenon tells us that we are going somewhere, some mission, but not a place. Heaven or hell is not a place. It could be a state of our soul where there is no way out.

And what should we do? We have to be prepared, always prepared. If not, that "somewhere" will be forthcoming.

Now, we're getting older, and that's for sure. Now, you realize time is of the essence. For now, you feel strong, a few precious moments from now, or some days or years from now, you will not be that strong.

Can you turn back the hands of time? Only your imagination can do it. But while you're still breathing, try changing your course. Make sure you're going "somewhere" that will last.