Seeing them again

People leave life without warning more often than we care to consider.

If you really understood each time you say goodbye to your friends, your loved ones, your colleagues that you might not see them again, what space in your heart could you allow for:

resentment
bitterness
cynicism
grudges?

Would it not be more fitting to fill with gratitude for their presence in your life? To be amazed that the tiny chance that you would coexist actually came to pass? To treat them with kindness?

And if not now, when?