Three days
What if your doctor told you today that in three days you will expire? Strong as that statement can sound, would you want to know that you had three days? Would it take you three days to process the statement or could you quickly adapt to the fact that you had three days to accomplish everything that you ever thought was important?
You have three days. You can do anything you like; you have no symptoms such as weakness or pain. What you have is fatal, so it can’t be treated; therefore there would be no side effects, no doctors to see and no hospital rooms to be visited. Three days of feeling good, but it is your last three days. What would you do? Who would you see? What would you say to people?
I thought about these questions myself. I am approaching fifty and I have witnessed people my age and younger pass away before their lives were half lived. It made me wonder the obvious questions like why the good die young and evil prevails. I asked myself what I would do, who I would see, what I would say and where I would go.
I know for a fact that I would go sailing for at least a couple of hours. It didn’t take me long to realize that I would be exactly where I am, saying what I am saying now, see the people who I visit with today and doing exactly what I do right now.
I examined my answer because it seems like such a cop-out that I wouldn’t change anything. It’s not. I can honestly say that I am enjoying the processes of my life. I don’t waste a moment wishing I knew an hour ago what I know now. I am here and my endeavor is so clear, because that is what showing up.