There is a rap at the door, and when you open the door, there is a strange looking sorta person standing there with a letter. You take the letter and read it... You get your final pink slip; you have one week to live, get your business in order and live your life the way you want to live your life.
Ok, this didn't happen. However, as I prepared to travel, I decided to make that my reality.
Ok, this didn't happen. However, as I prepared to travel, I decided to make that my reality.
How many conversations do you have? How many things do you do that are meaningless, and you are doing them because?
- I am not going to spend my week worrying about what people think.
- I am not going to spend my week doing things that mean nothing or talking to people who mean less.
- What is the last conversation I want with close friends, with people who have been helpful.
- What are the last words out of my mouth I would want an acquaintance to remember my last words.
Everything I do...eat, sleep...walk, etc. almost everything I do, someone died doing.
- He was a great guy, he joked on a grape, and it was over.
- She just went to bed.
I want to live my life like I am about to die. The small stuff...the annoying people....the misinterpretations.... are much less when put into this perspective.
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