Sometimes I wish I knew. As scary as it is to imagine my last breath, I wonder how different I would live if I knew. Imagine having a jar filled with grains of rice that equated to the number of days in your life. I would have 4 jars on my counter and each day, each one of us would remove another grain until finally there were no more left. That would be the end. Can you imagine the perspective that alarming bit of knowledge would bring? If my husband had 10 days would I spend them resenting something he said out of a moment of frustration? If one of my children had a few breaths left, would I nag them for a grade or an unmade bed? What if I was down to two or three? Would I march in support of the latest cause or call people names on Facebook that I’ve never even met? Would I spend a single moment hating a President, a neighbor, a family member, myself?
Maybe we should all take a moment at the beginning of our day to visualize our jar. We may never really know the amount of time we have left but we are guaranteed with each rise of the sun to have one less.
Live better. Enjoy your life. Look into the eyes of the people around you. Study their faces. Be grateful for each wrinkle, each meal, every act of kindness and every moment you are given to live in a way that truly matters.
What if we knew? What if you knew? Would you live differently?