“Life is short.” We’ve heard the expression a million times, but how often have you soaked in what those words truly mean?
Last week, a fellow writer and friend suddenly passed away. Just gone. One day he was there, the next, vanished. Far too young with so many dreams left unrealized.
I’ve had Mark Worthen’s Twitter page up on my laptop since the moment I heard the sad news.
As a reminder to live my life as if I wouldn’t wake tomorrow.
It forced me to analyze how I use my energy. Do I want to spend my final moments thinking about the people who have bullied me? Do I want to gasp my last breath and not have told those dear to me how much I love them? Do I want to feel my heart slowing, worrying how the mortgage will get paid?
Imagine today is your last day. What would you do?
I’d hug my parents and thank them for always believing in me. Kiss my teenagers, seeing their love for me twinkle in their eyes. I’d admit to the people I have wronged that I failed to live up to my own expectations and ask for forgiveness. I’d find the people who have wronged me and simply wish them well, confident they’d still screw people over until someone did the same to them. I’d take a long walk in the mountains with my best friend, ending with the longest, strongest hug I could give. I’d kiss the man I love. I’d pray. I’d email Slavery by Another Name to every producer, actor and agent in town and tell them to do it justice… and send the check to my kids. I’d have a party and celebrate the amazing life I have had.
I’d cry. I’d laugh. I’d love. Most of all, I would give love.
I’m fairly certain of one thing: I would not waste my last day sitting at this computer. I would live it.
“Life is short” – three, powerful, one-syllable words.
Now go live.
Dedicated to Jeannie Eddy, the beloved wife of Mark W. Worthen