My Last Day

With all of the turmoil going on, I found myself thinking that unsettling times are a gift because I can live each day as though it were my last. What would you do with your last day? What wuld I do if I knew for certain today was my last day?

If this were my last day, I would wake up early and watch the sunrise, even if it were only a gathering of light under lead gray skies. I would face east, under the roof on my deck if it were raining, and stretch my body in my regular routine.

If this were my last day, I would listen for the sounds of birds in my neighborhood, for they are plentiful. I would search the woods for andimal track and newly blooming flowers.

If this were my last day, I would go forth to show kindness to everyone I met, even those I know to be disagreeable. I would read a few pages from a cherished book I have read before, with no fear off it being wasted time.

If this were my last day, I might even make plans that I know would never be fulfilled. What is a day without hope?

If it were a work day, I would go forth cheerfully and greet colleagues and customers and give them smiles without hesitation.

Does all this sound banal, perhaps even cliche? Perhaps it is, for I am repeating advice handed down for ages. I a repeating something I said before.

Nevertheless, each day is a day like no other. Why not live today as though it were your last?

Write a poem, sing a song, dance to the heavens above. I pray for the courage to live each day as though it were my last.