What if you had one day left to live?

Birds of a feather flock together. So the friends and I were happily discussing morbid stuff about what would we do if we discovered we had one day more to live.

Some were determined to do everything they had always ever wanted to do but never ever had the chance to do into that one short day. By that, I suppose they want to fulfill their fantasies of kissing every girl within reach or finally lambasting their bosses, colleagues, so-called friends for being such irritating gutless idiots who are even lesser beings than pond-scum etc etc etc

The practical ones, like me, just wanted to make inform everybody and say a proper goodbye, I'll miss you and have a good life.

The even more practical ones, unlike me, wanted to make sure that their will's all written out, their insurance policies all signed and in place, and to take up new policies worth a hundred million dollars.

And then and then, there were those who gave model answers like, if they found out they had only one more day to live, they will live it like how they live any other life because all they wanted to do they've already done and taken care of. And of course they went on and on about how one must always live life as if it's their last day on earth, and to be always prepared for inevitabilities, and to live a life without regrets, so that when they discover it's their last day on earth, there's no need to scramble, because there's nothing left undone or unsaid....

At which point, I rolled my eyes (in my heart lah, because cannot be rude girl mah).

I mean, the sentiment's laudable, wanting to live a life without regrets. But really and seriously, even if I've been an absolute angel all your life, which I haven't, when faced with deat in 24 hours, I will still find myself speechless, dumbstrucked, dazed, and all of the above. Because hello, this is death we're talking about!!!!

I shall not even start on the topic. It's so deep and cheem and fantastic a topic, I have absolutely nothing to say about it!

But whatever it is, you get my drift, dying is a big thing. But frankly, I don't think there's any way one can live one's life in a way that there are absolutely no room for regrets. For most of us, if we're going to live our lives that way, we'll probably cut off 95% of all activities. Heck, if I were dying tomorrow, I wouldn't even show up for work today!

The truth of the matter is, dying and living, means two different ways of 'living' altogether. The former concentrates on dying, the latter on living. That's why for the latter, banal ordinary things like putting bread on the table, activities for leisure and being politically correct are important. If you're dying, you'll probably throw a fit if asked go out of the way to be nice to someone you can't stand in the first place. Because perspectives have changed you see, and therefore, so have priorities.

So, live your life with the idea of living, not dying. Just make a mental note while you're at it, that while living, don't forget that someday you'll be dying, and you at least have lived a life worth living, and one that you enjoyed.

Anyway, I'm going to go write my will now, so as to free up the last 24 hours of my life, if and when it really comes, for other things, like enjoying a calorie-laden triple chocolate cake....