“May you live all the days of your life.” ~ Jonathan Swift
What if our birth certificates came with an expiry date—as in, a date on which our life would end—so that we know exactly how much time we have to live?
It’s a lottery after all.
Some of us have decades, and some of us just have hours. Would it be a help or a hindrance if we knew from the word go when we’d be departing?
I’ve been mulling this over lately. It was triggered by the sad news of the sudden death of someone who really knew how to live. I don’t often have that reflection about someone who’s just passed (he really knew how to live)!
We’re all so busy dealing with our day to day dilemmas, struggling with our fears, our trials and tribulations (both real and imagined) that we forget to focus on living our best lives.
Or maybe the problem is that we’re not clear enough on what constitutes living our best lives?
Mixed up priorities, stemming from social (and commercial) conditioning.
It might seem morbid to some, but I think that if we knew exactly how much time we were granted in this lifetime, we’d approach things differently. And maybe this idea appeals to me because I’m a deadline-oriented person.
Deadlines get me focussed. When a deadline looms I get shit done. So I know an expiry date would help me be more focussed on living my best life.
But the truth is that I do have a deadline. And so do you.
To read the rest of the article, follow this link to the orginal posting on Elephant Journal.