This morning I was reading the words of a religious leader who sends out a weekly bulletin. He quoted something his mother used to tell him:
“Think, what if today was the last day of your life? What would you do with it? How would you treat those you love, and those around you? Suddenly the things around you that have so much meaning will seem so unimportant, and the purpose and meaning of your life will emerge from the shadows.”
Obviously, the purpose of such a question is to make people think on what’s truly important, hopefully causing an attitude adjustment and change in perspective. But as I sat there contemplating this question for myself I realized that what I would do if today was the last day of my life, and I knew it, would be something I do on a very regular basis anyway: I’d spend the day with my son.
I tell him all the time how much I love him, and I have no doubts whatsoever that my actions show it. If I died today, my son would be able to remember a father to whom he was the most important person in the world, who loved to play with him and chase him, who never raised his voice to him a single time in his entire life, and who he could trust to tell anything.
Despite my mismanagement of it, I’ve had a blessed life. I’ve encountered God. I’ve experienced deep love from The Father to his son, and as a father to his son.
If today was my last, I’d take a brief moment to send a few quick emails to family and friends, reassuring them that I loved them very much but that I was spending my very last day on earth doing the one thing that feeds my soul more than any other: laughing and playing with my boy.
How about you? How would you spend yours?