mortality?
i just finished this fantastic book where a girl dies in a car crash and then has to relive the last day of her life for an entire week. she comes to some uncomfortable realizations about herself, which forces her to change. it got me thinking about life, and death. the truth is, no one really knows when will be the last time that they eat their favorite flavor of ice cream. or when they will see their last snowfall, or experience that real, true first day of spring where the sun comes out of hiding and it feels like there will be an endless amount of tomorrows, birthdays, holidays, new yearâs eves. what happens after the last moment of your life? where do you go? do you get any second chances? if so, what would you choose to re-do? there are quite of few moments of my life that i wish i could erase. but i donât think thatâs the point. i think the point might be, you donât get second chances. so each day should be a conscious decision to live, and to make it count. i think the point is, you never know which day will be your last.
Update: since this was posted, the aforementioned book has been adapted into a movie (of which I totally give my stamp of approval! đđźđđź) ...... but on a different note, sometimes my past self seems to randomly remind my current self of things that are totally relevant to what I am struggling with in the here and now, and itâs both weird and comforting at the same time. #thankyoutopreviousme
