The 83-Year-Old Woman's Letter Is Something You Should Read Every Day

Life is a race for some people: a race for a promotion at work, for a perfect body, for the first sales of the year. In this "crazy" pursuit, we do not have a moment to rest, look around and say: "Life is beautiful!". Maybe this feeling of harmony never comes, and sometimes it comes too late. For example, when you are 83 years old.

A letter from an old lady to her friend that says “as soon as possible, before it’s too late” can be a meaningful message to you. Write the last line of the letter on a post-it note and put it where you can see it every day.

Dear Bertha,

I am sitting in the garden and enjoying the view without being bothered by weeds in the garden. I spend more time with family and friends and less time working.

Whenever possible, life should be a series of experiences to be savored, not endured. I'm trying to recognize these moments and cherish them.

I don't "save" anything; we use our good stuff for special occasions like dropping money or when the first lily blooms.

I wore my nice coat to the grocery store. My theory was that if I looked fancy, I could get a bag of groceries for $28.49.

I don't save perfume for special parties, but spray it when I meet the banker.

“Someday” and “one of these days” are fading from my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing, hearing, or doing, I want to see, hear, and do it now.

I’m not sure what other people would have done if they knew they wouldn’t be here until tomorrow, which we all have to accept. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few old friends to apologize and make amends for past mistakes. I like to think they would have gone out for Chinese food or whatever their favorite thing was. I guess! I’ll never know.

It's the little things that remain that would make me angry if I knew my time was limited. Angry because I didn't write some of the things I meant to write these days. Angry and regretful because I didn't tell my husband and parents that I really love them more often.

I'm trying so hard not to "save" anything that brings laughter and light into our lives.

And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath is truly a gift from God.

Maybe our life is a different song than what we wanted. But as long as we're here, we can still dance.