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hummingwolf) wrote2004-03-25 09:10 am
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First post o'the day
Brought to you by a thoughtful question from
tafkak, who's been chatting with mortality monkeys again. The question is: If you were to be told today that you had just five weeks to live, and that for most of that time you would feel pretty good and not be in a lot of pain, what would you do with the time?
I don't want romantic answers, or fanciful answers. If you say something that's pretty much out of character, I won't believe you. Don't lie to yourself. I'm really looking for thoughful responses.
My answer, written without thinking about it too much because, well, it's morning:
The first thing that comes to mind is that I would have to surround myself with friends. Either I would beg for transportation to get to all my far-flung friends one or two at a time, or I would convince them to come to me. If I'm dying in five weeks and there's no escaping it, lack of money is no excuse--I'm going to have people around me whether they had other plans or not.
And then what would I do? Depends who I'm with and what's going on in their lives, really, but I know I'd enjoy my friends' company as much as I could. We must listen to music, enjoy good food or good junk food, visit museums, visit parks, look around with eyes wide open.
I'd still have to take time out to be alone, read a little, write a little, play with graphics a bit. In five weeks, I wouldn't leave any Grand Masterpiece behind, but I don't see myself being idle either. My solitude would likely be filled with much angsting and weeping and snot-filled tissues. I hope I could find a way to enjoy life in those last days rather than sit around mourning my lost chances. If I'm ever in that situation, we'll find out what happens.
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I don't want romantic answers, or fanciful answers. If you say something that's pretty much out of character, I won't believe you. Don't lie to yourself. I'm really looking for thoughful responses.
My answer, written without thinking about it too much because, well, it's morning:
The first thing that comes to mind is that I would have to surround myself with friends. Either I would beg for transportation to get to all my far-flung friends one or two at a time, or I would convince them to come to me. If I'm dying in five weeks and there's no escaping it, lack of money is no excuse--I'm going to have people around me whether they had other plans or not.
And then what would I do? Depends who I'm with and what's going on in their lives, really, but I know I'd enjoy my friends' company as much as I could. We must listen to music, enjoy good food or good junk food, visit museums, visit parks, look around with eyes wide open.
I'd still have to take time out to be alone, read a little, write a little, play with graphics a bit. In five weeks, I wouldn't leave any Grand Masterpiece behind, but I don't see myself being idle either. My solitude would likely be filled with much angsting and weeping and snot-filled tissues. I hope I could find a way to enjoy life in those last days rather than sit around mourning my lost chances. If I'm ever in that situation, we'll find out what happens.
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Okay, that's four words.
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Speaking of drawing, when are you getting around to making icons for your sheep LJ?
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Yeah, I got my priorities.
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