What would I do, if I'd one last day to live?
I know it is short yet within twenty - four hours; I can create and do so many wonderful and lasting works than ever, twenty-four hours on…
I'd get up in the early morning, because I know this hour of the day has so many beautiful and lasting things to offer than any other part of the day. I'll check some fine scene for photographs. I will sup few cups of hot water and go out for some rest.
Then, I'll do all the exercises and have a lovely, light breakfast of some vegetables, fruits, salad and green tea, go for a swim, photograph again, then have my friends come over for a nice lunch. I'd expect to have them come few (i.e. one or two) at a time so that we could talk about the families, the issues, talk about how much we mean to each other. Even, we can also talk little on the importance of living a life for all times and life after death, in fact more philosophic. Since, individual history lives after death.
Then, I'd like to go for a walk, in a garden full of trees and flowers, where there would be some birds and other living creatures; I'll closely watch their world, colors and listen to their chipping sounds. I'll not forget to relate life, the inter-dependence nature or inter-woven relationship.
In the evening, I'd go along with some friends to a cafe with some great pasta, little rice, maybe some roasted red meats over locally made thin soup. Then, I'd dance the rest of the night. I'd dance with all the wonderful dancers, country songs into play, more energetic than ever that would keep me little far away from life – in fact, from the perplex life.
I'd dance until I go exhausted, until my body stops working, until my last nerve stop to function and until whole of the body drench into the pool of sweat.
Then, I'd go home, have a deep, watchful, peaceful, wonderful sound sleep with all the mixtures of dreams. Would you do the same, if you are given the last chance ever?