If you knew this was your last day on earth, how would you live it?

If you knew this was your last day on earth, how would you live it?
Suppose you wake up early one morning, and you somehow just know that it is your last day on the planet, would you choose to live it differently from all other days? A potent question, if ever there was one.

First of all, you might try to bury the feeling and convince yourself that the feeling is false, that no, you are not going to die today. But what if your gut feeling was true? Would you like to live your last day pretending it wasn’t? Isn’t that how we live everyday, ‘safe’ in the knowledge that there will always be a tomorrow to make up for the mistakes that we made today, yesterday, the day before, and the day before that?

Would you go around apologising to everyone you ever hurt? More importantly, would you have enough time to apologize to each and every person for each and every mistake you made? Do you even remember them all?

Would you call up all your old friends, whom you haven’t talked to in ages, to talk to them one last time?

Would you tell your near and dear ones that this was the last time they would see you in flesh and blood? Would you really want to burden them with that knowledge?
How about telling the rest of the world? Will it affect the way they feel towards us? Won't all animosities suddenly vanish and won't we become good in their eyes once that knowledge is imparted?

It is a fact of life, or rather death, that most people tend to remember us for the good that we did in our lives when we pass on, rather than for the bad times. It is also true that most of us also feel a certain sense of guilt when someone we know passes on. Maybe we should have called them one last time, maybe we shouldn’t have said that to them, maybe we should have tried to get to know them a little better. Is there a perfect way to say goodbye?

Or would you choose to live your last the same way you have lived your past 40 years, do all the regular things, if only to enjoy those simple pleasures for one last time, living every moment just a bit more? To give you some semblance of control, to prevent you from panicking?

Or would you go to the extent of trying out new things, things that you somehow never had time for? Would you be the crazy guy who does this “First, I'd beat up everyone I hate. Then, I'd rent a Ferrari and drive it into a wall. Then I'd do some skydiving (or some other extreme sport). At the end of the day, I'd get so drunk and high that I wouldn't know that I was going to die.” Sounds perfect, doesn’t it?
Would you spill out all your secrets, say things to people you would otherwise not have had the courage to say before, be it good or bad? Would you spend it regretting all the things you could have done, all the people you could have loved, all the good you could have done, but never bothered doing? Would you be the guy who thinks “there are so many books I’ve been wanting to read, so many films I’ve been meaning to see, so much music I’ve been missing out on, but that isn’t possible to do in a day either.”

Would you spend it praying to God to forgive you for your sins, so that tomorrow you would be in a slightly better place than the one that has been reserved for you today?

Lastly, would you forgive all those who have hurt you or would you carry that rage and hatred to your grave?

Think about it.