ONE MORE DAY - WEEK 5

If I only had 24 hours to live I would pretend time wasn’t of the essence and do everything I’ve always wanted to do. I would go to Paris, because it’s a life long goal that I see the Eiffel Tower before I died. I would sky dive, and cliff jump. I’d do something wreck less, and, I would most certainly get married. Nothing Vegas-ish though. I would go to the ocean one more time. And spend all the time I could with my family, but I would never tell anyone that I knew I was going to die, because I wouldn’t want people to be different or awkward around me. I’d want them to be themselves around me. I’d tell everyone that I ever had a conflict with that it should all be over that that I love them, and but id also tell the people that I always got along with that I loved them. I’d go to church one more time. I’d keep myself busy all 24 of those hours, because I wouldn’t want to think about what was coming all too soon. And maybe after I died, people would understand what living was all about. Doing the things you want to do, with no regards to time.