A Stones Throw from Heaven

One journey travelled solo

When you die, you die alone.


To live wildly, to love completely,

Abuse break scream cry laugh

Jam pack all emotions; all experiences

Before you die at 24...

Is this more preferable then living, laughing, loving

Crying screaming over a span of 80 years?

If he was stopped before he died and was asked,

"Would you die now having lived your life with each moment filled with excitement;

Danger, pleasure, drunken nights – only choosing to see the aesthetic side.

Or my love, would you rather live til old age strikes you down,

Knowing, that you may not have crammed excitement into every waking moment.

But have lived long and done all that is needed within your time?"

Although we can not blatantly chose or be asked,

These damning questions,

Think, which would you chose,

If this decision was yours for the deciding.


I once heard a man of elderly years speak,

With regards to the above.

He spoke bitterly, as he remembered the life of one he knew.

Another man who spent his time doing as he pleased,

Not looking to the future, only to the next hour.

He died, at the age of 24.

This man believed that he had died happy.

As he had done everything in his life, that he could.

This man I heard, now spoke of himself,

Always looking into the future, planning deciding,

No step taken without careful consideration –

Comparing their lives, he saw

That even though this man died at 24,

He had enjoyed life more than many people, himself included.


I took these words aboard, to carry with me where ever I may go.

A third person perspective, I see a middle ground.

I chose not one, nor the other, but both.

To love life and live each moment, but also to look ahead

To plan and be careful, Yet always remembering

We are always a stones throw from Heaven.