If Today Were The Last

If today were the last of my days, how would I live it?

One very Salesian habit I have acquired is to anticipate the hour of my death. When everyone is lost living in the moment of pleasure blissfully placing aside the impending thought of mortality, death seems so far away it seems it doesn't exist in our paths. But we know that death has its own surprises. It comes and it goes. One day we just find ourselves missing someone, or we find someone missing us.

If today were the last of my days, how would I live it?


Indeed, if today were my last, how would I live it? I question how I have lived my twenty four years of life. Have I become a good person? Have I made many friends? Have I touched lives? How would people write my eulogy, or how would they write my biography?

If today were the last of my days, how would I live it?


In the face of death everything falls into place. What we think was important was nothing but vanity. What we took for granted is actually everything. People would matter more and loving would make more sense. As the clock ticks, time is running out. Each day is a day nearer to death. What really matters? Where should I place myself in?

If today were the last of my days, how would I live it?


When the time comes for me to see my lifeless body, I hope my only failures would be failures from my own immaturity and not failures that I willed to happen. I hope I would have less regrets or that I have made most of my things to do before I die. And I hope that I die smiling and in peace.

If today were the last of my days, how would I live it?


A simple question could change the way we think, act, and live. If today were the last, how would I spend it?