Written for the 30-day creative writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. It is Day 22 and the prompt is Like there's no tomorrow. Check out the Linky at WWFC to see who's still hanging in there.
What would you do if you woke up in the morning to discover that this was your last day on earth, that there would be no more tomorrows? I don't know because I don't like to think about that. Ideally, it would go something like this:
I suppose the first thing I'd do is cry a little because, well, I like my life. Then I would decide that is a waste of precious time, and tell my husband to stay home, and we would spend the day hanging out.
We'd get breakfast - pancakes, or bacon and eggs, or maybe doughnuts at a table on the sidewalk.
I could choose to go some place exotic, but who wants to spend any part of their last day sitting in a plane? So instead we would go to a park and walk beneath tall trees that were here long before I was born, and will, most obviously, be here when I have departed.
I could go to a rock concert, that would be fun, but who wants to spend their last day in a crowd of screaming people? So instead I would watch the squirrels and chipmunks play and listen to the birds sing.
Strangers would come and go walking their dogs, not knowing or caring that there is no tomorrow.
I would hug my husband and tell him how good my life has been for having him in it.
I'd pet my cats, and watch the clouds pass lazily overhead.
I love this life of mine, and I would take a moment to count my blessings.
I would marvel as the sunset paints the sky with colors too beautiful to describe.
I would not sleep, so as not to miss a single moment of my day.
And then should I be granted a reprieve, and see the sun rise yet again, I would take to heart the lesson learned.
We should live our lives thoughtfully, thankfully and fully every day, because we never know when there will be no more tomorrows.
And that is how it should be. In reality, however, I am a fighter and would probably spend it trying to figure out how to fix it.
That would be a perfect last day, I think. Mind you I would probably run around like a headless chicken not knowing what to do :)
ReplyDeleteI think that's very sensible. I might be tempted to go do something crazy though. I probably wouldn't do it, but I'd think about it.
ReplyDeleteMost beautiful post yet!
ReplyDeleteGood post. I hope most people would take a slow day like that as a final one. And then hope the sun came up the next day and do it again!
ReplyDeleteyes.... your day sounds lovely!
ReplyDeleteSo instead we would go to a park and walk beneath tall trees that were here long before I was born, and will, most obviously, be here when I have departed.
ReplyDeleteYes, me too. In my will I want some park bench placed there for others to sit. I find that such a lovely idea.
Really beautiful and thoughtful!
ReplyDeleteBabs- I did say that would be the "ideal", not necessarily the way it would actually be. Hopefully I don't have to test that any time soon.
ReplyDeleteLinda- I might think about it, but with only one day, it would not be my priority.
Katherine- Thank you!
P.J. - Yes, it's always a blessing to be able to greet the new day.
life in the mom lane- I think it would be, just preferably not my last...
Anon- That is a lovely idea. I've seen those memorial benches, and always wonder about the people.
laughingmom- Thank you.
Hi Linda .. yet as a writer you're not penning your thoughts for the future, and/or recording your notes .. for others to have to remind themselves of days gone by ..
ReplyDeleteI'd love the day like that - but I'd jot down things too ...
Cheers Hilary
You just described the perfect last day.
ReplyDelete"We should live our lives thoughtfully, thankfully and fully every day, because we never know when there will be no more tomorrows."
Amen to that.