...because my life is sad and boring, I was reading Kat's most recent LJ entry. The opener was an attention grabbing one, and deserves some serious consideration...
...LIVE LIKE YOU'RE DYING...
The idea is cliche, the implications are not. If you had two weeks left to live, where would you go? What would you do? Who would you say good bye to? Could you say good bye, or would it be too painful? But isn't life painful?
I've asked a few people this question. Very intelligent people, who have some ideas into the deeper meaning of life. As response, I've gotten back a pretty general consensus...
...they'd all go commit illegal activities...I gotta say, I don't really understand this...by the nature of society and law...to be a member of society you have to abide by the laws...personally, I'd want to die as I lived...a member of society, but that's just me...
...I have only vague ideas of what I would want to do with my last 2 weeks on earth...
The first is, I'd scribble out every note and gather together all the information I have for my novel, get everything that's swarming inside my head out on to paper. Then I'd give the notes to the only person on the planet who I trust to give them their voice, TSB. I love the concept of my novel and I believe it deserves to find its way to paper, even if I'm not the one to do it.
The second is, I'd probably kidnap Clyde for a bit and spend a few days in the woods with him. He's one of my greatest accomplishments, I am incredibly proud of the work I did with him. Then, however, I would return him to the loving home of Anne's and let him be. He, like my novel, deserves the chance to truly show how amazing he is/will become.
The third, just for spite, is that I wouldn't let the two weeks run out. I WOULD NOT be found, curled up in a corner, clutching the last seconds of precious life. I also wouldn't let whatever was going to take my life win, I'd do it myself. That's right. You heard me. I'd committ suicide. If I've only got two weeks left to live, I'm going to die as I hope I live my life, by my rules.
Other than that, I really don't know what I'd do. I have no idea how I'd spend my last days, who it would be with or what I would say to them...certain things shouldn't be planned, you shouldn't have a set idea as to what you'd want your last moments to be like, because that can easily change. Because life changes.
However, I've got another idea to throw at you, beloved readers (and I do love every single one of you). What if death came knocking on your door, beckoning you with his scythe, but offered you a choice. He could take you right then, or you could have two weeks. What would be your choice? What would you do?
Me? I don't know what I'd chose now. But I hope to one day get to the point in my life when I can say "I'm ready...let's go" at a moment's notice, without fear.
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Steve's right, you gotta think about the other people effected by it. Who the hell is TSB anyway???
As to your 2nd post, why didn't you just go back to sleep instead of getting coffee like a normal, non-blonde human being? Is it because you're an abnormal, blonde, non-human? :-D You had a bird?? Who the hell would trust you with an animal, other than Cody who'll eat you if you don't follow his orders? ESPN usually just has poker because apparently poker is now a sport and not a gambling game. You deserve to be tied to a chair, though I'm not sure of the point of lockiong you out of the house if they had known how to tie you up correctly. Anyway, I'm done with my randomly ordered comments for the day. Get together next time I'm free?? Either tomorrow night or next saturday, or on a weeknight?
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