You've all probably been asked some version of this question-- If you had only one day left to live, what would you do? How would you spend your very last day alive? [And you've probably answered, I'm going to Disneyland! Or maybe, I'd go skydiving and paragliding and visit the mouth of an actively erupting volcano! And I'd eat the fattiest trans-fatty, HFCS, GMO-MSG-filled, gluten-laden food ever!]
But did you notice that hardly anyone seems to get asked-- If you were able to live forever, how would your perspective on life change? What would you do differently if you could live forever?
So this morning, I asked myself what *I* would do differently if I could live forever.
For starters, I'd probably [try to] quit telling myself such things as -- "It doesn't matter. Why bother? We'll all be dead anyway." And the very similar sentiment: "Life is futility. Because one morning you won't wake up, and it'll be the end of you."
How many times have I heard that I should live my life as if it were my last day on Earth? It has never provided me with even the smallest measure of solace.
If I lived forever, I also probably wouldn't catch myself saying things like "oh, well, it's TOO LATE for me to do that" which of course translates to: "I don't have the time to do that." Because guess what, folks?! Living forever means having all the time in the world.
Why is it so much easier for us to imagine the scenario "this is the last day on earth for you" than it is for us to imagine "you can live forever"? Is it because our fear of mortality is the guiding force behind many of our thoughts and actions? I don't know.
Does the temporality of life, and knowing that there's a sense of urgency in living life as-full-you-can-possibly-live-it because you only have a limited amount of time, give life THAT much more meaning?
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**The photo above is from two nights ago. I decided to spare you all the agony of seeing another backyard photo with the playground front and center, so I moved to the opposite end of the backyard.