What would you do?

What would you do if you knew that the clock was ticking, your time soon to end? Would you find that long lost love and tell them you never forgot them? And in their presence, would it matter anymore all those wasted years of secretly pining away for them, pointlessly?

Would you confess the secrets you’re most ashamed of? Those that would ripple pain to others long after you have quit breathing. Does a spotless soul really matter at the end of your life if the cost is the death of hope in others that are left behind?

Would you wake up before the sun rose that day to see the sun make it’s final entrance in your existence? Would you sit on the shore to watch the golden hue of light fill the land? Could you sit there, and let the heat of life fill your soul without moving, accepting your fate? And when the light retreated into the horizon, would you shed a tear for what you’d lost?

What would you do if tomorrow never came for you? Would you write letters to all who you were leaving behind, telling them all the things you never said? Everything you were too afraid to admit. Wouldn’t the weaknesses now seem silly? Would you record a video for your children so that they could remember your voice, or how your smile really looked when you laughed. Or when you cried. Would it be enough?

The reminder that life is limited is never more real then when you are told yours is over. You live every breath in pain. You love more deeply, and hurt more profoundly. Nothing seeming fair, never mind finding the rationality behind your fate. The lesson is for others to learn. Yours is only to say goodbye.

What would you do if your miracle turned into a curse? They show you that no matter what, you have no time left? Would you ask for forgiveness, beg for that one love you want most? Would you give forgiveness, even if yesterday you swore you wouldn’t?

Would you fly a thousand miles and knock on their door and show them that the love never fizzled out? Spend those last moments of your life in arms of the only one person who could wake the sleeping giant. Or would you die letting them believe that it is better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all.

What would you do? ~April D. Gutierrez~