Living or breathing??

Today, a friend told me about the death of a WHM in England, a sudden death due to the cold, this is all she managed to tell me, which maybe all that she knows, as the deceased was not a personal friend. The deceased was only 30 years old.

This is the 3rd death I have heard since Nov last year, and all involved person in early thirties, like me. Death is always a sad thing, but when it involved a person who seems to be at the peak of life, it seems much more tragic but also makes you think. At least it makes me think, about lots of things, generally about life.

A friend passed away last Nov, real reason unknown, but suspected due to overworked, leaving a really devastated fiancée behind, facing the "what if" questions, and sad parents who will never be able to see their son's smiling face ever again.

A friend's friend passed away after the 4WD she rode in did a somersault during a safari in Africa, leaving devastated relatives and unfinished dream behind.

Even though all these people passed away due to different reason, in different places, but one thing remain the same, never did it cross their mind that particular day is going to be the last day in their life.

So, should we live everyday as if it's our last day?Should we start asking ourselves if we are really living or merely breathing?Are we doing what we want or are we doing what is expected from us?