Live like you were dying
How would you live if you thought of tomorrow as a gift and you had an eternity to think about what you would do with it? Even as I sit here and watch the cursor blink, every brilliant, deep, insightful thought I had has left my head. I know how I would live my life. Exactly as I do now. Nothing would change, I would be no kinder to people, I wouldn't speak from the heart, I wouldn't say what I mean or tell people how I really feel. I wouldn't share my feelings or tear down the wall I so carefully hide behind, I wouldn't take the time to listen, I mean really listen to people who talk about things that just don't interet me just because they are taking the time to explain them to me. I wouldn't try to understand opposing points of view, I would fight for what I think is right, without stopping to consider that someone else just might know what they are talking about. I would still hate with a fire and rage that scares people. I would still hold grudges and discriminate and make assumptions. I would be arrogant and vengeful and impatient even with those I claim to love. The burden of my anger and hatred, sarcam and bitterness would not be born by my enemies either, it would still be born by those closest to me, those who I am supposed to care about the most. The people I am supposed to protect and take care of and care for. These are the people I hurt.