What would you do, if you heard the words "You have one year to live and then you die" coming from your doctor's mouth. Ten little words bouncing back and forth in your head like an echo in a wishing well. One year, 52 weeks, 356 days, 8.544 hours, 512.640 minutes, 30.758.400 fleeting seconds to spare...to live, to breath, to love.
What would you do? After stuttering words of disbelief, denial, livid rage and finally desperate tears drawing unspoken pleas down your skin....
What would You do?
How would you make amends with it and be sure you have no unfinished business when you cross that final border? What missing pieces would you fill? What would you be missing out on in your fate shortened life and how would you make your peace with that? What dreams would you just have to for-fill to complete your circle of life and love? Who would you have to say goodbye to.....How would you celebrate life.
Don't be scared that this is some twisted suicide note, or that I just returned from a devastating visit from my doctor D. It's not.
I just feel the jaws of fate trapping me into a life I don't want and it makes me think. Shouldn't you plan your life as if you have just one more year to live? No excuses to fall back on. No "When I have done this and that, then I will...". Only the hard and liberating fact of 356 days to complete your life and live it to the rim.
I think all comes clear when those words are spoken out loud, banging with a relentless never tiring force. There are only priorities and nothing else. Only people you want to be with and no more ghosts that live on your birthday calendar only.
Thankful for every breath and every gentle breeze. Just you and life, vibrating with every fibre...
