Here it is!!!!

 One day after work, I felt very lonely, family and friends seperated by time and distance. I questioned my decision to follow my career all along knowing I love it truly. Then I remembered some of my close friends who had bigger problems than loneliness, especially those who were terminally ill and their living days were numbered. That same day, I received an email from someone I respect and adore a lot, and it was obvious I had lost this person from my life. I suddenly felt lost in the ocean of life looking for a beacon of light. I randomly saw this book’s synopsis on bn.com:

Maybe it was a grandparent, or a teacher. Someone older who understood you when you were young and searching, who helped you see the world as a more profound place, and gave you advice to help you make your way through it.

I immediately wanted to read it that I actually bought the book at 11.00pm for all of $15, it is a very big amount for me and I always use public libraries. I am glad I did that, I am going to send it to my sister. Sometimes, when I have a good book close to me, I feel I am with a good friend. My loneliness vanishes.

Morrie’s preparation for his death with serenity and love is what this book revolves around. There is another book I read with the same theme, The Last Lecture, but Morrie’s teachings stick in my mind more.

He talks about

1. how we need to live life like we will never live another day. He says "learn how to die, and you learn how to live."
2. how to detach from emotions by first letting it wash through you completely.
3. dying peacefully. And for that you need to love the way you lived your life - forgive others, but most importantly forgive yourself for your errors.
4. how youth is so overrated when with age we become better persons.
5. Money is not the primary source of joy as our culture paints.
6. We live after we die in the loving memories of others.
7. Spouse and kids are irreplaceable joys of life.
8. Love is the only rational act. Love or die.

Just like that, on that same day I found my high school math teacher on a social netowrking site. She had left a message for me saying she remembered me and had spelled my name in the exact wrong way I rebelliously spelled during my teen years . I was exhilarated. I realized I always have a ‘Morrie’ by my side. They just are different physical entities. Even though I have been losing them, I have always found them back, just like Mitch.