If today were your last day on Earth? How would you spend it?" - Meredith Gray
Everyone asks you this one... at one point in life or the other... even if it was part of the craziest or the most sane conversation.
If today were your last day on Earth? How would you spend it?
and you always think you know the answer... you know that you'll want to spend it with whoever you love the most, you know that you'll say I'm sorry, I forgive you, I love you exactly when you want to say it and to who you really want to say it. you'd do the most insane daring thing you could do... cos after that...you just will never have the time.
But so many people don't do that... You could have the biggest fight of your lifetime and then be struck by lightning, you could yell I hate you...even you don't really mean it and then be hit by a bus, you could let the opportunity to fly pass and then dissolve into pink mist... but every body thinks they know the answer to the question. So this is mine...
Yes, I would like to spend it with the people I love the most and every cliched thing there is to it. I would like to actually wake up in the arms of my lukha and have him give a soft good morning kiss before coaxing me out of bed... I would like to see a sunrise from the terrace garden of my house. I would like to drink my first full cup of coffee as the sun comes up. I'd like to go to class and laugh at the antics. I'd like to bungee jump. I'd like to have a 3 hour lunch with my best friends where I can sit for a moment ,content, and drink in the laughter and happiness that surrounds me... I'd like to hold my niece...I'd like to see a sunset from a flyover... I'd like to come home to hug my mum, annoy my dad, laugh with my sis, play with my dog and leave without any regrets. I'd like to dance in a disc... crazy dance like I do in my room, drive my lukha insane with moves he wouldn't expect his innocent jhalli to pull, I'd like to break the first guy's nose who teases me... I'd like a walk down a moonlit road discussing random stuff...I'd like to retire finally, a book and a chocolate in hand, reading until my eyes won't hold up any longer, slip into his arms and sleep...
But most of all, I don't want to know it's my last day... I don't want to cling desperately to my friends...I don't want to see my last sunset with red swollen eyes, I don't want to fall sobbing in the middle of my room, I don't want think of the what ifs, I don't want to worry how everyone will be taken care of, I don't want to wonder how he'll survive, I don't want to waste my last day like that...
All smart, intelligent logic would tell me to live each day as I've planned my last and one day I'll be right. But that's what I can't do...I'd still fight with my friends, I'd still refuse to speak to him for an hour, I'd still sit at home and read seemingly mindless stories. I will do what logic defies because the answer I have wasn't constructed by wondering about it, It was constructed by living it and of dreaming it. It was made out of an ordinary day...and ordinary days aren't perfect... I'll take my fights and fits and apparent boredom cause It's Life...
randomly yours...
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I salute your inner wisdom that I glimpsed through the veil of the "ordinary", when you said, "But most of all, I don't want to know it's my last day."
The soul is eternal and never dies. There is nothing like "Death" in the true sense... We transform into newer, probably more efficient manifestations. When you refused to accept that any day could be your last, you courageously declared that you will not fall for the illusion of momentary, physical "pause", as I call it.
I am absolutely with you, specially for these words of yours:
"I'd like to retire finally, a book and a chocolate in hand, reading until my eyes won't hold up any longer, slip into his arms and sleep..."
It contains the essence of gracefulness with which you embrace sleep... for just like sleep is a respite for our body from the days' chaos, organising and rejuvenating our body, brain and mind, death renews our soul, so that it may fulfill its purpose with the wisdom of lessons learnt from past experiences. Death, in a way, is an act of breaking free and returning into the "strong arms of love". You recognise it, dear, and hence you are special!
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