15 Minutes To Live ...
Today is Day 1. Today's prompt is from Gwen Bell.
15 Minutes to Live
"We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons."
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.
1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.
This is that story, my story, what I'd want to say.
Almost none of it matters.
I have 15 minutes left of my life and for those who will read this, I'd like you to know that almost none of it matters. I see that now.
The money. The power. The fame.
The lack of money. The lack of power. The absence of fame.
He who dies with the most toys does not win. He dies like all the rest of us.
With one possible difference: He may or may not die alone.
So what I know is this:
Love, truly, is all that matters.
The people whose lives you touch along the way.
The lives of the people that you enhance in some way, by a kind word or deed. An understanding nod. A selfless hug.
It is nice to have a life of comfort, I suppose. But it is more important to share that comfort with others.
Sharing is a form of love. All the good things are a form of love. And at the end of your life, you'll find a lot of comfort in looking back and seeing the reflection of all that goodness.
And if you look back and see things you wish you would not have done, there's still time to say you're sorry. You'll want to spare one of your precious seconds to say you're sorry.
And so to those I slighted along the way, I'm sorry. I'd like to say I did the best I could, but I probably didn't. But that doesn't really matter now. "I'm sorry" will have to suffice. That's all I have to give you. Well, that and my recipe for brownies if I had the time to type it out. But I don't think that I do.
Do you know that 15 minutes is a long time when you take the time to focus on it? That's another lesson: Focus. Don't waste your days. Have a conversation with a friend. Skip "Jerseylicious," for the love of God. Read a book. Think some thoughts. Jot some notes. Drink some wine. Nosh a nosh. Take a walk. Feel the sun. Smell the lilacs. Write a letter. Mail the letter. Hold a baby. Shush a baby. Notice your breath. Sing a song. Fall in love.
Really fall in love.
Time is getting short now. I feel no need to recount what I did with my life. I don't wish to be remembered for the things I wrote and the like. I wish to be remembered for the friend I was, the daughter I was, the aunt I was. Am. And will continue to be. I believe that our souls are on a long, long journey. This was simply one of the stops. I met people I needed to meet, I learned lessons I needed to learn, and one day, I'll be back, in another body with another name, and I'll meet and learn all over again, gathering knowledge, becoming more complete. And one day, when I'm as authentic as I can be, it will be my job to help others along their ways.
Though I hope I've been helping all along.
You've all helped me. I know that. And for that, all there is to say is ...
I love you.