If you had 48 hours left…
Live like you’re gonna die the next day.
She died during Easter, only 18 years old.
When I was younger, we had a habit, during Easter, to congratulate each other with being alive. Back then, it was related to
This habit gets you into a mode of gratitude… of being alive, being in a safe environment and not in a life-threatening situation… it’s very common for us and we hardly ever spend moments to think about it, let alone being grateful for it.
In 1997 my best friend Ellen died in a car accident at Easter.
We were on an Easter camp.
That morning… we all congratulated each other with our lives.
That afternoon… her boyfriend drove their car against a tree. I was in the car behind them and I saw the car leaving the road… I screamed… but screaming didn’t help.
I will never ever forget that place, the car, the tree, her white face, her white arm and the white face of her boyfriend who only broke his little finger.
Ellen was 18 years old, the funniest friend I ever had, sweet but powerful… full of life, plans, love
Her life stopped in a blink because her boyfriend tried to get a tape (for you millennials: some sort of old-fashioned cd) from the dashboard in front of Ellen who was sitting next to him, driving straight forward instead of steering to the left and follow the road….
It’s 21 years ago. The hurt, the grief, the mourning, to me it’s mainly a memory. More than this, I remember the fun that we had and the good conversations, sitting on the bridge in the park. I forgot about the fights, she was fierce and passionate… and very stubborn.
That’s how life soothes us. We keep the good memories.
And it made me wonder… suppose that I knew I would die tomorrow… how would I spend my last days?
Would I still be writing this blog?
Well, maybe I’d send you a quick note with exactly this message. For the rest…. I probably would spend my last hours with the people I love the most. And perhaps I’d go for a quick run: my body would run, and my mind would be thinking of all the things and people to be grateful for.
Thinking about my Easter weekend made me happy with the choices I made.
I spent my days with the people I love. I spent the rest of my hours doing the things that I am passionate about. Cooking (I would absolutely make sure I would only eat fantastic food in my last hours), running, some work and learning new things and skills.
Now ask yourself…. If you knew you were going to die in 2 days… how would you spend these 48 hours?
Would you sleep?
Who would you visit, call, would you spend time alone and how?
Let me know in the comments…
Now that you know this… is there anything you’d like to do, or plan, differently?
Happiness is all about spending your precious time on the things and people that are important for you.
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Live fully and be awesome…