For some people, life is so precious that they measure it in days. Maybe even by hours. Reese A. McCown, gravestone below, lived for 40 years and eleven days. I wonder about those last eleven days. Where they different than the forty years already spent?
What if you knew that you had three years to live? That’s just under 1100 days. Doesn’t sound like much time to me. A thousand days. What would you do differently? What would you focus on? And to the point – what parts of today are you frittering away just because you think you’ve got plenty of time to go? When my Dad finally came to grips with his dying, he made me sit and be quiet for a minute.
“You know Dennis…I’ve always had a list in my head of things I was going to do if I knew I was dying. Now I am dying – I’ll probably die within three months – and I don’t have the energy to do any of them. Even worse, I’m just no longer interested. I just don’t have the will in me.”
Don’t get depressed. Depression is not the point. The point is engagement. The point is mindfulness. Just like with yesterday’s post on living life during the holidays, and not being a slave to whatever health routine you have, the point is to live your life. Don’t wait to let it happen. Don’t wait for it to get here on its own. Don’t wait for school or a car or your dad or a wife or having all your debts paid off to start living. Start living today.
Who knows how many hours you have left?
To read about my father’s dying advice – Live Now! – go here.
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