Living
You live, you die--that's life. You live a life with lots of hope. You die being happy, with your family or just being in one of the nursing homes. The point it, dying doesn't count for it is a matter of fact, a part of life. What matters is how well you live your life. "How well" for me pertains to being the best sucker when you were an infant, the best crap eater when you were a toddler, the most spoiled brat on the planet in being a child, the best student at pre-teens, the most mind wrecking teen your parents ever had, the best friend that would cross an ocean to save you, the most succesful adult among your college friends, the most romantic girlfriend or boyfriend one can have, the best bride during the bridal march or the most happy groom waiting in the altar, the best partner, the best growing-old partner, the best mourner at a partner's death, and the best at his last breath. That is living. And when God will ask you what you've done in the life you've given him you would just answer him with these four words: "I'VE DONE THE BEST". Well, dying doesn't count I think. Because when you die, you just wait until the Lord comes. But when you're alive, you wait until you die. So, in general, you live to wait on WAITING. 
