Living like it’s your last day.

What does it mean to ‘live like it’s your last day on earth’?

I never really got this.

I thought it was about exuberance, speed, grand gestures, jumping out of airplanes, doing all the things you were afraid to do, spending all your money, maxing everything out.

High energy stuff.

But I guess I was wrong.

I think I get it now.

I think it’s about awareness.

Not the content, not the amazing Instagram posts, not even the crushing of fears and the uttering of appreciative words or the hugs and the dancing.

It’s not about the things.

It’s about being alive, FEELING alive.

Independent of the things.

Before the things, around the things, after the things.

That conscious knowing that precedes everything.

The deep realization that heaven has always, always been right here, just one tiny step back from the pain and confusion of the mind.

And when it happens, there may be jumping out of planes and Hollywood-style hugging.

Or just eating fried eggs with a couple of bacon strips.

Living like it’s your last day on earth.

And then doing it all over again tomorrow.



(Photo by @wrightbrand, for Unsplash)

Pretty cool.

Pretty cool.

Going all in.

Going all in.