I suppose that's one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment.
In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away.
Life is a succession of moments, to live each one is to succeed.
Look at the sparrows; they do not know what they will do in the next moment. Let us literally live from moment to moment.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.