Sometimes really bad news comes. Something that jolts you, that tears up the fabric of your world.
We all have stories like this. Either something that has happened to us or someone close to us.
Life can be unfair. We are told to live each day as if it was our last, that we don’t know what’s around the corner.
And I understand and agree with that sentiment, that we shouldn’t sweat the small things, that we should look after the people and things that are important to us. I’m just not sure about the terminology.
If it was my last day on earth, ( and in fairness who knows what any of us would be thinking in that situation but here’s a guess) – all I’m thinking about is the short term, that’s if I’m thinking at all with all the emotion in my head knowing I’m going to die tomorrow. I’m looking to spend time with all the people close to me, and make sure they know how I feel about them, while making sure my affairs are in order, my family are looked after, and the musicians I want to play at my funeral are free. I don’t have much time for learning, creativity, fun, it’s all a big rush.
I far prefer the idea of living like it was your first day on earth.
- Throw yourself into a new situation.
- Learn on the fly because you have to.
- Cry if it doesn’t work out and move on quickly.
- Taste new foods.
- And take your time when travelling.