What if tonight you took your last breath?

Would you wish you had lived a little brighter? Loved a Hell of a lot harder?

Would you regret that you turned down that adventure and chose safety instead?

Would you wish you had spoken more gently, treated the feelings of another with more grace, more empathy?

What if tomorrow you didn’t get to see the sun rise high or the moon sparkle over a dark blanket of ocean?

Would you accept it?

Or would you fight?

Would you waste this last few hours wishing things were different? Trying to change an unchangeable thing?

Or would you run barefoot out the door and into the arms of nature? Would you dive into the salty waves and throw your head to the sky, thankful that you got one last chance to feel alive? Would you seize every second, knowing your time was ticking away and you would never get it back?

Would you say “I love you,” one more time? Give one more hug? Sing at the top of your voice and dance with wild unstoppable passion?

Or would you waste it?

Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed for anyone.

This moment, this very second is all we have for sure. If tomorrow you didn’t get to open your eyes, would you know that today you lived beautifully?