if today were my last day alive, i wldnt waste a second chasing dreams dat require years to build. i wldnt be preoccupied wit thgs like wealth, ambition, or the goals dat seem so important on any other day. no. today, i’d strip life down to its essence - wat really matters.
the morning wld begin like any other, but dis time, i’d savor every detail. i’d wake early before the sun rises, the house still quiet. as i stand at the window, the light of dawn breaking over the horizon, i’d remind myself dat dis is the last time i’ll see the world waking up. gratitude to God for every sunrise i’ve witnessed, for every breath i’ve taken, and for the gift of the ppl who hav shaped my life. in the quiet of the morn., i’d bow my head in prayer, reflecting on His endless mercy and guidance. i’d seek forgiveness for my shortcomings, knwing dat no matter how flawed i am, His love has always been constant.
my thoughts wld drift to my mum first, and my siblings - as they often do. the woman who gave me life, who taught me resilience and love in her quiet, steadfast way. i'd call her and tell her just how much she means to me. how grateful i am for her sacrifices, her strength, and her belief in me - even when i fcukin doubted my ownself.
and my wife. she, who has been my anchor and my partner in this unpredictable journey called life. i’d hold her hands a little longer, look her in the eyes, and tell her how much shes shaped me. how her presence has turned ordinary days into extraordinary ones. we’d laugh over the little things we’ve shared, the quirks and habits only we understand. and, perhaps, we’d sit silently for a while, saying more in the quiet than words ever cld.
my daughter, Damia, wld come next. my brilliant, determined Damia, who carries both my dreams and her own. i’d tell her dat i’m proud of the person she’s becoming - smart, compassionate, and strong. i’d share wit her every lesson i cld in the short time we hav left. i knw i'll hav all the regrets for there r so many thgs i wanna share, i wanna tell her, yet now i am not havin the time. i'll tell her to “chase ur dreams, but always rmbr to pause and appreciate the ppl and moments dat make it all worthwhile.” i’d remind her dat she’s capable of great thgs, but also dat it’s okay to stumble becoz every misstep teaches u somethg new.
perhaps we’d sit somewhere quiet, looking at the world passing by. i’d tell her about my own father (which i hardly do, to her), my journey, my mistakes, and my triumphs. i’d remind her dat while i may not be around trow, she carries me in her heart, in the way she approaches life, in the values we’ve shared.
as the day winds down, i’d find a moment alone to reflect. not on regrets - i’ve lived long enuff to knw they’re jst lessons disguised as mistakes. instead, i’d think about how lucky i’ve been to love and be loved. i’d think of the joy i’ve found in life, in helping others understand the world and themselves.
i’d write, probably. jst a little. perhaps a letter for Damia, for my wife, and for my mum. somethg for them to hold onto when my voice is no longer there. not a goodbye, but a reminder: i was here. i loved u. and i hope i’ve given u enough to carry forward.
if today were my last day, i wldn’t spend running from it. i’d spend it embracing life - wit all its imperfections, its fleeting moments, and its raw beauty. and if there’s any lesson in this thought experiment, it’s dis: dun wait for ur last day to live like it’s ur last. the ppl u love, the moments u treasure, and the words u leave unsaid - they matter every day.
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if today were ur last, how wld u spend it? becoz the truth is, we dun need to wait until the end to start living fully. we can start now.
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