I awoke suddenly this morning, slight headache reminding me of last night’s drinks, with one inspiring question: “What if you knew you were to die 5 minutes from now?” I wrapped my arms around my husband, kissed his back, breathed in, and let go. At that moment, at that ungodly time in the morning, that was the most truest thing I could be doing.
As I lay awake, and the 5 minutes passed, I began to mentally apply that same feeling of truth to every situation in life and quickly saw how much lack of true self had been in my actions and speech. From work, to in the line at the supermarket, too much was filled with falsehoods and lies.
There was no need to walk this hypothetical down into months, years, or decades… for the truth was apparent. I am dying. We all are. I for one, have left things undone, unsaid, unshared, unfelt, untasted, unseen, and unaccomplished. The realization/acceptance has created a great urgency in me to patch myself up anew and genuine.
In any life situation, with any person, what is the most truest thing to do? Would you deny love if it offered itself? Would you fake a smile? Would you tell a lie? Would you procrastinate?
So, why are you now?
Answer yourself, if not this post. But I will gladly pay you a penny for your inner thoughts, if you would be so generous to share them with me for so low a price. Perhaps we could learn to live, and die, together.