What if the world really is going to end on 21st December?
Not in the grand scheme of things but more simply, how would it effect the decisions I make every day? It isn't a day or even a week away so I can just quit life and make a go of good and proper mayhem. It's 355 days. Long enough for me to reflect on my choices but not long enough to squander my second chances.
- No asking for forgiveness later
- No I'm too scared so I'll try it next time
- No who cares if I break my leg I'll heal and come back to it later
- No what ifs
I will have to live in the minute but still live with consequences. I don't want to be reckless with my health because who wants to live out their last days in hospital or in plaster? I don't want to destroy relationships because I won't have time to repair them. I WILL try my best (my real best not my good enough), I will learn to skate the ramps at the skate park but I'll wear protective gear and listen to those who will teach me, I will do it now. Could the possibility of the end of days be the greatest gift of all?
