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If This Was Your Last Day

Just consider for a moment, how would today be different if you knew it was your last? 

How would you be? What would matter? What might you notice? 

Maybe you would take it slow. 
Maybe you would savour each moment. 
Maybe you would tell those that mattered that you loved them. 
Maybe you would resolve an old and now meaningless conflict. 
Maybe you would watch the sunrise. 
Maybe you would taste each meal and be grateful for each meal you’ve failed to taste. 
Maybe you would just watch. 
Maybe you would embrace what truly mattered.
Maybe you would smile or laugh, taking yourself just a little less seriously. 
Maybe you would sing at the top of your voice without a care in the world.
Maybe you would be kinder or more compassionate towards yourself and others. 
Maybe you would finally give yourself a break.
Maybe you would listen to the birds. 
Maybe you would meet someone fully and without judgement. 
Maybe you would notice the subtle in/out of the breath that will soon desert you. 
Maybe you would pause to smell the flowers. 
Maybe you would dance like it didn’t matter.  
Maybe you would call a friend to just hear them speak. 
Maybe you would cease to care what people thought about you.
Maybe you would cry for everyone that didn’t realise that they too would one day die.
Maybe you would feel a joy never felt before. 
Maybe you would allow yourself to be completely and unashamedly alive. 
Maybe you would be thankful and truly okay with just being you. 
Maybe you would stop and speak to the homeless man on the street.
Maybe you would look deeply into another’s eyes. 
Maybe you would shed all your fear of tomorrow. 
Maybe you would drop each haunting yesterday. 
Maybe you would lose all interest in accumulating and consuming. 
Maybe you would finally open your heart up to the world. 

and now I ask you this…….


How do you know it isn’t your last day? 

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