It sounds wonderful doesn’t it.
What would today look like if i truly lived it as if it were my last?
Would i get out of bed? i might just stay a while – not out of depression but because it’s so peaceful, so safe, so genuine with being.
Would i waste the time required to shower and shave? Would i brush my teeth? If i were a woman, would i bother with makeup?
And what about clothes? Would i care?
Would i go to work?
Would i be concerned at all about paying my bills? For that matter, would i care about money at all?
Would i spend the day getting my “things” in order: Last Will and Testament, etc.?
Would i be concerned at all about the price of gas? Would i care about Health Care, or war, or poverty?
Would i spend one last day managing everyone’s image of me?
Would i continue the silly game we call “being polite” with those close to me, and total strangers?
Would i do the one thing i’ve always wanted to do? What is that one thing?
Would i continue trying to understand everything and figure everything out?
Would i judge people, and make them wrong so i can be right?
Would i bother with the house-cleaning and laundry or would i make others my priority?
Would i finally meet me, and BE with mySelf in loving peace and contentment?
I can’t tell you how many times and in how many places i’ve seen and heard the phrase, “Live each day as if it were you last.” I like to think i do, but looking at the list above it is clear to me that i do not.
Now don’t go off on a tangent, thinking about how impossible it would be because the ‘world’ wouldn’t let you. That’s not fair. The adage doesn’t say, ” Live each day as if it were your last, but only when the ‘world’ will let you.”
Notice if you are feeling resistance to all of this right now.
Here are my reasons for doing the things listed above and please note, because we find ourselves in a dualistic experience, there are two sides to everything. My goal is to explore the side i tend not to look at, the side i don’t want to see.
Why do i… Get out of bed? Because life can be wonderful, AND because i am afraid of what will happen to me and what people will think of me if i don’t.
Why do i… Shower and shave, brush my teeth? Because it feels good to be clean and have clean teeth, AND because i am afraid of what people will think of me if i look unkempt and have bad breath. And, because i am afraid of the pain i might experience if my teeth rot.
Why do i… Go to work? Because i love what i do (however, i have not yet reached a point of self-honesty where i can know if this is really true) and because i like so many of our modern creature-comforts, AND because i am afraid of living in a box on the street because i have no money… ultimately, i am afraid of dying.
Why do i… Pay my bills? See above.
Why do i… Care about Health Care, or war, or poverty? Because the love inside of me knows things could be different, AND because i am afraid of what people will think if they know i really don’t care as long as my life is good (because i so don’t want to look at that side of me… it is so deep i often can’t see it, but it’s there).
Why do i… Manage everyone’s image of me? Because i want to be a certain way in the world that is loving and compassionate, AND because i want to be a certain way in the world and i am afraid that people won’t accept me if i stop pretending and become totally accepting of everyone just as they are. AND because i am afraid i will not get the things i want, the things i think i need, like love, appreciation, validation, recognition and the like if i don’t pretend to be the way i think others need me to be in order for them to be able to give me those things.
Why do i… Play the polite game with those close to me and total strangers? Because it’s just nice and keeps us all civil, AND because, believe it or not, i don’t want that stranger for whom i did not hold the door open to not like me. I am afraid of their judgment(s) of me.
Why do i… Continue trying to understand and figure everything out? Because learning is what we do – our human nature is to ask questions, to explore, AND because it keeps me unaware of my experience – it keeps me in ego and away from Spirit, or Being, or Essence and i am deeply afraid that if i go there, i will cease to exist.
Why do i… Judge people, and make them wrong so i can be right? Because that’s what people do – hello, welcome to planet earth, AND because i am afraid that i am never enough and i must put others below me in my mind as a way to feel better about myself.
Why do i… Bother with the house-cleaning and laundry? Because it feels nice when things are clean, AND because i am afraid of what others will think of me if they see my house is dirty or if i am wearing dirty clothes (as if my house or clothing have anything at all to do with WHO i am).
Why don’t i… Finally meet me, and BE with mySelf in loving peace and contentment? See ALL answers above.