Shirley Conran once said that life is too short to stuff a mushroom. If there is anything I have learnt this last year, it is that life is too short, full stop. Life is too short to be scared, or fearful, or embarrassed. Life is too short to worry about what other people think. Life is too short to not get on that plane and explore the rest of the world. Life is too short to not to make a phone call, or write a letter, and tell someone you love them, or that you are sorry. Life is too short not to take a risk and fall in love.
We spend so much time worrying and analyzing and weighing up the odds, we miss out on what is really happening around us. My love lived life to the fullest expression of who he was, and on that very last day he did the things he loved the most. Now I choose this to be the legacy he left me - to learn to have no more fear and to live every day as if it is my last.
If today was my last day on earth, I would go skinny dipping in the ocean. I would gather together all the people I love the most on a beach and drink champagne. I would climb to the top of a mountain and shout my thanks to the universe for giving me one more day. I would make love in a field of poppies, with the sun on our skin and the wind in our hair. I would jump out of a plane with a parachute strapped to my back, and visit the birds. I would build a bonfire and burn all my clothes so I could glory in the deliciousness of my own naked skin. I would write a letter to my father and tell him I forgive him.
What would you do?
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Have you ever read Dan Gilbert's Stumbling towards Happiness?
Posted by: Samosasforone | Sep 01, 2009 at 02:29 AM