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The last year of our lives

If all goes as prophecied, then next year this time, we might not be alive. With the much publicized doomsday prophecy, being projected into 2012, the coming year may very well be our last.
It might , or it might not. We might most propably live to be a ninety, but then again we might not.

If next year is going to be our last, then we all must live it like the BIGGEST year of our life. Laugh louder, play out doors longer, dance till the DJ plays the last song. Live large. Then if it turns out to be the last year, we would have made it worth it, and even if it doesn’t , at least we spent one year of our life living to the fullest.
We have often heard that we must always live in the moment, live as if this might be our last, but frankly living to the fullest can be exhausting. It is exhausting to cherish EVERY moment, SKIP when we rather walk, DANCE when we would rather just laze at the corner table. We can’t possibly do that all our life; but next year is different. Next year gives us the perfect reason to open the sky roof, and stick your head out while driving along the sea, it gives us the freedom to make each moment our own; because we have the perfect excuse to live life on our own terms- this might be my last year.
As I write this piece, my fingers tingle and my hands fly across the keyboard. I am excited, awed and energized, by the immense possibilities that this moment holds, the immense possibility of next year.
Like the ‘make a wish foundation’ which grants wishes to terminally ill children, it is as if God himself is giving us a gift in the form of a ‘leap year’. One more day to make this life more meaningful. ‘leap’ the word has such energy, not a hop or a skip or qa jump, but leap- like soaring across an expanse, momentarily air bound and flying, before finally hitting ground reality. Even after hitting ground, the exhilaration of the ‘leap’ remains.

Will the next year be a leap? I can only hope that it will. We human beings are a patient lot, we wait, we take a year to start walking we take longer to stand on our own two feet. Birds and animals are not so patient, even fishes start swimming the minute they are born. We tend to rely on the fact that we have a long life ahead of us, no hurry. The family holiday, the friends reunion, learning to play the drums; we’ll do it all, some day. We wait patiently for destiny to show us the way as the sand in the hourglass trickles away. This year , let us not be patient, let us forage for happiness. Let us give in to our fear of our mortality and create immortal moments.
Most years people make resolutions, to make them into better human beings. This year let’s do away with resolutions and make a bucket list instead. A list of things we want to do before we kick the bucket. As we watch the last sunset of this year, looking back at the year that was with gratitude and the year ahead with hope, lets close our eyes and make a wish, a wish which we will fulfill for our selves the coming year.

Then, if all things do not go as prophecied, next year this time, we will meet here again; and discuss all the glorious adventures we had in the year that was 2012, a year with magical promise, and promises fulfilled.

Comments

mgeek said…
The finite-ness and fragility of everything around us makes them beautiful and special. I wish we spend every moment as our last one. Beautiful post.
Saadia said…
Very well written as always:)
Anonymous said…
I will wait till next year. If I survive I will follow this advice.

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