Long ago, at least
sixty years from
now, there was a man
who visited Russia.
He visited one of the towns, and saw a cemetery. Curious, he went
towards it and looked at the gravestones.
Of course, written on the gravestones were the numbers of years
that the deceased had lived, but there was something odd about
them. The gravestones said that the person lived 3 months. For
each gravestone there was a different number. Either, 1 year, 2
years, even 3 weeks. The man was confused, if the dead were still
just children, infants even, then who could have buried them? The
man left the cemetery, still curious about the gravestones. When
he left to the next town, he asked a local about his occurance at
the cemetery. The local smiled and said "Those
numbers don't represent the age of the person in his life
before dying, but the number of happy moments that he'd
experienced before leaving." This goes to say
that you shouldn't just live your life with moments of
breathing, but spending the rest of your life with moments
that'll leave you breathless.