5 days...
While at work the other day, I was talking to a co-worker who told me a story about her aunt...diagnosed with wide-spread cancer and given 5 days to live.
Five days.
With that little time, what would you do? How would you spend that time? At first, I couldn't even generate an answer; the words would not come and all I could do was shake my head and utter, "I don't know". Five days, 120 hours.
Part of me thinks I would fall into a deep depression. I would fly to Belize, rent a yacht, sail around the ocean and spend my final days staring into the water, writing letters to everyone I love. I wouldn't tell anyone I was dying and they would only find out when the letter hit their mailbox.
The other part of me thinks that maybe I would fly tons of people to Belize with me, make everyone promise not to talk about it, and just have fun- laugh constantly, sleep little, never get angry, give lots of hugs and kisses, and eat constantly. I would try to do a lot of the things I've never done and make sure that all my friends and family experienced a life where these days were literally the last.
It's just so unimaginable, and really, I think I'd rather go quick then have to count down the last minutes of my life. It does put things in perspective though. Would it be nicer to have time to say your good-byes, get your things in order? Or would it be too difficult to just watch seconds tick by, completely unable to stop the movement of time?
432,000 seconds. Start counting now and imagine how fast they will expire to 0.
Five days.
With that little time, what would you do? How would you spend that time? At first, I couldn't even generate an answer; the words would not come and all I could do was shake my head and utter, "I don't know". Five days, 120 hours.
Part of me thinks I would fall into a deep depression. I would fly to Belize, rent a yacht, sail around the ocean and spend my final days staring into the water, writing letters to everyone I love. I wouldn't tell anyone I was dying and they would only find out when the letter hit their mailbox.
The other part of me thinks that maybe I would fly tons of people to Belize with me, make everyone promise not to talk about it, and just have fun- laugh constantly, sleep little, never get angry, give lots of hugs and kisses, and eat constantly. I would try to do a lot of the things I've never done and make sure that all my friends and family experienced a life where these days were literally the last.
It's just so unimaginable, and really, I think I'd rather go quick then have to count down the last minutes of my life. It does put things in perspective though. Would it be nicer to have time to say your good-byes, get your things in order? Or would it be too difficult to just watch seconds tick by, completely unable to stop the movement of time?
432,000 seconds. Start counting now and imagine how fast they will expire to 0.