"Why?", I asked, my eyes watching his every move.

"You do realise that you're going to be blind and your body is slowly dying, right? Yet you wake up every morning like the world vomits sunshine and rainbow. Why?"

He grinned widely, looking at me with his big brown eyes before turning to the clouds at the sky. "Many of us act as if we're going to live forever. We ignore or delay things we know deep down, we must do. Going after your dreams, telling people you love about how you really feel. Saying yes, saying no. We forget that there are no guarantees of next year, next month or even tomorrow. For most people, when they die, it'll be a mere formality. The truth is, one day it will all be over."

"When I wake up every morning with that thought in my mind, my life becomes powerful, because I can now release all fears from my life. Fear of failure. Fear of rejection. Fear of everything. With that in your mind, you can choose kindness over being right. Choose the hard task but rewarding instead of easy but meaningless one. Choose to help other people instead of yourself. Choose to become the person you wanted to be remembered as", he finally finished and looked back at me, smile never leaving his face.

"But still," I said, looking down at the floor, frowning. "How can you be happy all the time and stay positive when you know you're dying. It's easier said than done".

" Because I'm dying,Tony.", I gave him a baffled look, because that didn't make any sense.

"We are dying. If you keep getting upset at something, ask yourself if you were to die tomorrow, was it worth it wasting your time being unhappy, Tony. I want to live every second of my life", his smile fell a little.

For a moment I saw something in his eyes. Fear. As if he truly believed that he was going to die unhappy.

" I lost everything, Tony. Happiness is all I have left."