You have one day to live

What are you going to do; tell that girl you've always liked you love her, shoot up a building go out in style, meditate, pray or just enjoy life
This isnt meant to be depressing or weird I'm just curious
-Post your thoughts and ideas

a reply to: ThirdEyeChakra

Purge, and have fun. I don't believe in god, so no consequences.

Why not be a phsyco and relieve some pressure.

Easy...

I want to win the Kentucky Derby.

a reply to: ThirdEyeChakra

I try to live everyday life it's my last day, though I sometimes do forget.

If I knew without a doubt that I had 24 hours left though? It would definitely be a fun time. (And no animals would be hurt, though some people might have some hurt feelings during the filming of it.)

I would take a load of Viagra then the tune of the Benny hill show would start up in my head lot's of ladies would get chased around and around i would like to die happy but with my luck i would be in a police cell with a iffy


Plan B where did i leave my ar15

I would get drunk and sleep through death..

Hookers & Beer !!!

Chill on a mountain top with a martini in one hand and holding my wife with my other hand.

Time to give the US a new government or at least get rid of its unseen handlers.

Wow but all of these people expressing angst, in plain sight for the NSA to record and put in your "permanent record".
I have a few thoughts, but they are mine alone.

A friend of mine who was diagnosed with cancer had a 'living wake' a couple of weeks before he died. It was one of the best parties I've ever been to, so something like that I imagine. Girls, good times and a lot of people telling you how awesome you are (even if they didn't mean it)

a reply to: ThirdEyeChakra

I would go down to the love of my life gravesite and site on his grave with flowers and champagne just like he used to bring me. And spend those last hours telling him how much I love him and that I will be with him again soon.

a reply to: ThirdEyeChakra

You really do only have one day to live.

Why ?

Because you cannot expect to take your next breath. There are no guarantees you will wake up tomorrow morning.

So you only have now, this moment f this day. Anything else is wishful thinking until it becomes real. Live each day like it is your last, it may well be.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

originally posted by: Dimithae
a reply to: ThirdEyeChakra

I would go down to the love of my life gravesite and site on his grave with flowers and champagne just like he used to bring me. And spend those last hours telling him how much I love him and that I will be with him again soon.

Tissue please...*sniffles. Oh god that made my heart burst.

I pondered this question for a bit. If you truly put it into perspective, we all only have one day. Tomorrow never comes, today is all you have. Do you live life to the fullest yesterday? Do everything you wanted to do? Say everything you wanted to say? What are you waiting for? You only have TODAY! What are you wasting it on? (Yep, guilty...wasting it here posting.) How many people will die at the end of today, with things left unsaid, undone, regrets. I came across this awhile back, and I keep this article bookmarked so as to try to keep things in perspective.
Top 5 Regrets of the Dying

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honored even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made. It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it. 2. I wish I didn't work so hard. This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence. By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle. 3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings. Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result. We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win. 4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends. Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying. It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships. 5. I wish that I had let myself be happier. This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called 'comfort' of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again. When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying. Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.

OR i could be Jack Bauer on the set of 24 boy did that guy get things done in time one day went on for years and a few box set's

If hearing the news from some Dr. I would have to Laugh! Still would go about my Life as I do now. Might update my Will just in case!

Would Hate to see everything passed on to the State, although did have the idea of having a hole in the back yard! Save Time and Paperwork! Closed Will, only the Best of Friends. In some States, it takes over 1 yr, cost of court time, paperwork, BS! Best I could do is Pay off what I Owe and forget about it!

Peace

a reply to: ThirdEyeChakra

Wow...

Well, let's start with the basics.

I would have a shower, brush my teeth, tidy up the areas of my beard which are not part of the feature presentation, put on some outlandish combination of the crap in my wardrobe, and then leave the house.

I would say good bye to my mother, my sister, my brother in law and other sundry dudes and dudettes, then I would go and thank my best friend for putting up with my crap for eleven years, and apologise for not being able to rock out quite as long as previously scheduled. There would probably be tears.

Then I would go to where my father is living currently, break both his legs, both his arms, and his nose, I would swear extensively at his mother for being the evil hellspawn of Margret Thatcher and Adolf Hitler, and inform her that the only reason that I have retained my faith in God is so that I do not have to put up with her crap as she burns in hell (that's not the only reason, but I would like it if that is what she thought).

Then I would attempt to at least lay eyes on my son. I have never met him (not through any choice of mine I can assure you). I would not want to meet him if I only had one day. That would not be fair on either of us. But I would like to see him, just once, at a distance would do. I would also mail a letter to his mother, informing her of my death, and who to speak to about my will and testament. I might be able to refrain from calling her out on... No I am not going there.

Rolling right along, I might also be tempted to visit a bar or two, listen to some radical metal music, see my people in a social and pleasant setting.

I do not think that I would be able to make use of sexual gratification in that circumstance though, therefore I would not go the hookers route. I am a man of simple pleasures. A tanker load of rum would do.

If I was still capable after that, I would probably break and enter as my last act of significance, gaining access to the pier walkway. I would walk its length (mile and a quarter), and await an audience with the Reaper there, at its end, there to receive judgement, and an answer to slake the thirst my rational mind has for an answer, to a question that the faith in my heart and soul already heard many years ago.

This is going to sound corny, but it's true (at least within context of what I believe today).

I would do pretty much the same thing I did today and yesterday and hopefully tomorrow: Love my Darlin', pick some wild cherries and eat them, pet the cats and look at the sea and stars.

a reply to: ThirdEyeChakra

What would I do?

Early morning would be spent saying goodbye to the family, and the few friends I can still call friends.

The rest of the morning would be spent giving out some of my items to the friends that could use them; all my crystals are coming with me into the grave though.

The afternoon would be spent driving to one of the places I consider my "home". I've only found a couple places that meet that description.

And, as night falls over my designated spot, the stars shining ever bright over head, and the minutes tick down to their final moments in my biological clock, I shall reflect on the life I lived, and meditate on the life next to come. And, mere seconds slipping away into the void, I shall find myself in the arms of a mate I lost when I came into this world.

That would be if I had warning of course...
-fossilera