In which I demonstrate a glimmer of wisdom

I keep seeing seeing commercials for a TV show (a. in my language, that’s TEEvee; b. I think it’s MTV’s The Buried Life) in which a bunch of guys decide what they “want to do before they die” and vow to help other people achieve their “omg mortality!” goals.

My first reaction was to be really, really annoyed – a sadly frequent reaction. But I kept thinking about it, mostly because I kept seeing the commercial over and over.

I came to this: there are plenty of things I want to do with my  life. But if I found out that I had 6 weeks to live, it would not be doing that would be important to me but letting the people I love know that I love them. I would want to make a tour, if I could, to see their faces again and let them know what they mean to me.

If I had only 10 minutes, I would be sad. I would probably be frightened.  But I would know that I have already let those people know  what they mean. They already know, because I tell them. I haven’t done everything I want to do: who does? But I’ve lived awake in this life. I’ve lived. I do not hide my affection. If I only had 10 minutes, I would be sad, but I wouldn’t regret.

I’m grateful to feel that way.