If I Had 24 Hours To Live…

(Here are my random brain thoughts, you may not like them)

If I had the choice of what to do with my final 24 hours, I would consider myself a lucky person to have that knowledge.

Yet each day we wake, we do not know if those 24 hours ahead will be our last.

We don’t know as we close the front door if that will be the last time, we perform that simple action.

We live as if we are granted finite life, yet there is no guarantee of the day when we will die.

Would it make a difference to the way you lived your life?

Lived the next 24 hours if you knew they were going to be your last?

What if your birth announcement also announced your date of death?

Would you live life any differently, knowing when your last 24 hours would be?

What if you knew that date, the date you will die on the day you were born?

What would it change the way you lived?

And why should the last 24 hours be the difference in your life?

What about your whole life — doesn’t that count for much more than the last 24 hours?

Don’t you want to be remembered for your life rather than the last 24 hours?

Sorry, I have been so somber.

But talking of the last 24 hours brings this out in me.

It makes me realize that each day could be our last 24 hours because there are no guarantees in this life.

Hold every 24 hours as you would treat someone or something precious to you.

Live those hours fully as you would behave to that person or thing and treat the next 24 hours well.

You can never get them back.

So use them wisely.