If my days on earth were numbered, you would say “Isn't everyone’s?”
But if my days were numbered because of bad habits I let consume me
If my days were numbered because of things stirred by nature
If my days were numbered for circumstances beyond my control and every day that breaks brings my final days to my doorstep...
I'd want to embrace each moment with purpose.
I would spend my remaining days doing the things I only dreamed of but never dared to pursue
I would let the thoughts of love fill my heart, the love I searched for when I thought I had all the time in the world
I would cherish the moments spent with those dear to me, who love me unconditionally, and who see beyond my struggles and imperfections.
I would laugh heartily until tears drop from my eyes
I would reminisce about the days I spent with my friends, living wild and recklessly
I would comfort my family knowing that my demise would create a vacuum in their hearts as the many dreams they had for me would fade away, unfulfilled
I would see the world for what it truly is; where we live out our borrowed time
Time, the gift I took for granted thinking it was mine just to realize it's never anyone’s to keep.
I would smile as time races toward me, holding onto love and hope until the last tick of my life’s clock and I breathe no more.