Sis, Why Are We Fighting in a Life We Might Not Finish?

If Tomorrow Isn’t Promised, Then What Are We Doing Today?

There are days when life feels loud, filled with notifications, responsibilities, deadlines, and expectations. And then there are days when everything goes quiet, the kind of quiet that forces you to sit with your own thoughts. Lately, I’ve found myself sitting in that quiet more often, asking questions that don’t come with easy answers.

Why do we care so much about a life that can end in a blink? Why do we exhaust ourselves chasing things we can’t carry beyond the grave? Why do we hold grudges so tightly in a life that isn’t even fully ours to control?

The other day, I watched a story from back home in Zimbabwe about a man who lost his entire family, his wife and children, just like that. One moment, they were laughing together, and the next, he was being called to identify their bodies. It shook me deeply. It reminded me how fragile and unpredictable life really is. Life doesn’t send warnings. It doesn’t give countdowns or reminders to prepare. It simply happens.

And yet, in the middle of that reality, here we are, arguing, gossiping, competing, and holding onto bitterness as if we have forever. Sometimes I even laugh at us, because imagine carrying grudges like extra luggage in a life that is already so uncertain. It sounds absurd, yet we do it every day.

That moment made me pause, not just casually, but in a deep, soul-searching way. I started asking myself what I truly need in this life. What is my purpose? What has God called me to do before my time runs out? Even as I write this blog, there’s a quiet thought in my mind asking, “What if this is your last piece?” It’s a heavy thought, but also a very awakening one.

It makes you think about legacy in a way that goes beyond appearances or social media. Not the curated version of life, but the real one. What will my husband say about me one day? Will he remember love, warmth, and kindness, or will he remember stress and distance? What will my family and friends hold onto when they think of me? What version of myself am I consistently giving them?

The truth is, legacy is not built in one grand moment. It is built in the small, everyday interactions, the way we speak, the way we forgive, and the way we show up for others.

They say we are clay in the hands of the Potter, and I often wonder what God had in mind when He was shaping me. Was I meant to inspire, to love deeply, to create, to heal, or simply to be? We are all made so differently, with unique stories, gifts, and timing. Yet somehow, we spend so much time comparing ourselves and tearing each other down.

It doesn’t make sense. It’s like runners in completely different races arguing about who is winning. We were never meant to be identical; we were meant to be intentional.

Maybe the real question is not how long we have, but how well we are using what we’ve been given. Because this life, as fragile and unpredictable as it is, is not about who had the most, but who truly lived. Who loved freely, forgave quickly, chose peace over pride, and showed kindness even when it wasn’t deserved.

Today, I am choosing differently. I am choosing to love more, to let go quicker, to laugh more, even at things that are not that funny, and to be present in every moment. I want to live intentionally and align myself with what God has called me to be.

Because if tomorrow isn’t promised, then today must be purposeful. And maybe, when my story is told, it won’t be about how long I lived, but about how deeply I loved, how boldly I walked in my purpose, and how gently I held the hearts of others.

“Live in such a way that if today were your last chapter, it would still tell a beautiful story.”