Friday, June 16, 2006


Lots of sages have suggested that we should live every day like it's our last, treasuring the sunlight, the faces of loved ones, the breezes through the trees. Partly because that attitude keeps us in the now, and partly because it may, in fact, be our last day. Others recommend living each day like it's our first, noticing the wonder of things as though we'd never seen or heard or smelled them before. Same rationale.

I do these things fairly often, but mostly out of fear that everything could all evaporate in a sickening instant, like Hiroshima and Nagasaki, or fear that even if it's not that quick, all that lies before us is a slow slide into human extinction, with every day more choking and hot and hungry than the day before.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live each day like there would be more, to feel confident about making plans for a whole life, instead of just a few hours at a time.


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