A few days ago I heard a question being asked: “What do you think is the best and the worst part of your life?” Most people say something like: “The best part is my childhood and the worst, I guess, will be when I grow old.” And that’s got me thinking. Do all young people think that the best part of their life is from age three to age eighteen? Because I’ll tell you what the best and worst part of life is. The best part is from the moment you are born until the last day on this Earth. Every second of your life was, is and will be the best part of it. I’m 17 now and I can’t remember a day that was so awful that I hated life. Sure, sometimes I would hate it because I’d got and F or in a fight with my friends but I don’t remember those days anymore and that’s what matters. It’s important to see something good in life until the very last day. And that my friends, that last day, is the worst and the saddest part of anyone’s life. They say that people who are sick or old can feel when they will die. And just imagine: people reading this are 16, 17, maybe 18 years old and they have more than a million memories of their life. And that is just, let’s say, one fifth of your life. So imagine lying in bed, thinking about all the memories in your life. Thinking about your first kiss, your graduation, remembering what your wife/husband looked like on the day of your weeding. Oh, and the tingling feeling you got when you found out you would become father/mother. Remembering the night your son first came home drunk and you gave him that half-an-hour talk and then in a blink of an eye time passes and he calls you to say you will have a granddaughter. And after remembering all that, you drop a tear on your lap, lie down in your bed and close your eyes for the last time. Tell me now that that isn’t the worst part of life.
