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Since we're on this morbid track of what-if's galore. I present you with this question:
What would you do if given a month to live?
I’d be with the people I love. Obviously, right? That would be it. I’d visit friends/family around the country/world, exclaim my love for them all, get drunk a lot, cry buckets, possibly sleep with a certain ex-boyfriend (heck, if I'm going to go, I'm not going until I have sex...), and consume a lot more chocolate than I do now, no longer needing to fear developing a more serious habit or gaining weight, heh.
So here comes the kicker. Why not do all that now? What is it that a SPECIFIC death sentence (because as we all know, we've all got a death sentence, we just don't know exactly when...) changes things, makes us appreciate things all of a sudden, even though we DO appreciate things every day, we just suck at showing it. Then bam, your time is cut off and all of a sudden you have to cram a lifetime of love into a few short weeks... I guess it's the illusion we have of our own of immortality. All day long we live with the expectation to live. We know on some level we’re going to die, but we don’t expect it to be today or tomorrow. So we need a tragedy (albeit an unlikely tragedy) to do the things we really want to do. I think starting right now I am going to do the things I want to do, regardless. Now I can spend the rest of this sleepless night figuring out what those things are, and starting tomorrow I DO them. Alriight.
What would you do if given a month to live?
I’d be with the people I love. Obviously, right? That would be it. I’d visit friends/family around the country/world, exclaim my love for them all, get drunk a lot, cry buckets, possibly sleep with a certain ex-boyfriend (heck, if I'm going to go, I'm not going until I have sex...), and consume a lot more chocolate than I do now, no longer needing to fear developing a more serious habit or gaining weight, heh.
So here comes the kicker. Why not do all that now? What is it that a SPECIFIC death sentence (because as we all know, we've all got a death sentence, we just don't know exactly when...) changes things, makes us appreciate things all of a sudden, even though we DO appreciate things every day, we just suck at showing it. Then bam, your time is cut off and all of a sudden you have to cram a lifetime of love into a few short weeks... I guess it's the illusion we have of our own of immortality. All day long we live with the expectation to live. We know on some level we’re going to die, but we don’t expect it to be today or tomorrow. So we need a tragedy (albeit an unlikely tragedy) to do the things we really want to do. I think starting right now I am going to do the things I want to do, regardless. Now I can spend the rest of this sleepless night figuring out what those things are, and starting tomorrow I DO them. Alriight.
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