We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.
- Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
- Write the story that has to be written.
It’s 10.30 AM. The kids are at school. I’m taking a break from work to write. To contemplate.
It’s funny, the first thing I think of when confronted with the perennial 15 minutes to live line is, what am I going to do?
Do I pull the kids from school, grab an ice cream, sit and talk? Tell them I love them?
And my wife, who sits across the way in our office doing the wondrous stuff that she does? What do I say? What do I do?
We die a thousand deaths each and every day as time marks its inexorable way to our demise. We spend—I spend—our time focusing on what we are doing, have done or will do.
Time. It’s the most important thing? It’s the only thing!
In these last 15 minutes I will stop, and be.
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