Dear Readers,
Live everyday like it’s your last.
We’ve all heard it before. Many people use it as their mantra alongside “life is too short!” Or some such. Some have it plastered on their walls in their homes, or in their online personal bios. It’s become such a normal and engrained part of our identity, almost. Especially, during times of crisis or tragedy. I’m always reminded, somewhat, of this notion whenever someone very suddenly passes away or something dramatic happens in my life. I’m reminded to appreciate everyone and all of the little things, but if I’m quite honest, that’s something I do naturally, anyway.
If you know me, you’ll know how important it is to me that I show my appreciation for the people around me. It boosts their ego, it boosts mine. It is so important to me that people feel heard, validated…connected. It’s a habit I got myself into quite early, thankfully- but my trouble is finding likeminded individuals. That is until something drastic happens in their lives, that make them stop and think, Woah hold on…life is too short.
But bare with me, I’m getting ahead of myself. Although engrained in our society that we should live every day likes it’s our last, something just didn’t really fall into place for me, an overthinker. So, I done what I usually do, I tried to break it down in my own mind. Why was I having such a hard time with this? The answer seems very simple, so I’ll share it.
Instead of living every day like it’s our last, we should live every day like it’s our first.
Why? I hear you ask. The idea of living every day like it’s your last, to me, tells me that you’ve learned everything you’ve needed to learn. That you’re good. You know all you need, no more information is required. Not just that, but it’s an abandoment factor too. An abandoment of information, of experiences, of connections that fundamentally make us who we are as people. The kind of things that change us in groundbreaking ways and allow us to change those toxic traits we might have. Living like it’s your last, to me, feels redundant and dismissive of our lives up until this point, and thereafter.
Maybe that isn’t how everyone else sees it, maybe it’s just me, and that’s a strong possibility, but living every day like it’s your first opens up this beautiful sense of curiosity that we lose when we expect our lives to cease to exist the very next day. And to me, that curiosity is so important for my every day life, because I never wish to pretend like I know it all, I absolutely don’t. There are still lots for me to learn and I am eager to learn them, but I don’t feel I can do that if I’m rushing to check off my bucket list every day, or if I’m being selfish every day, or if I’m refusing to take a look around and absorb everything that life has to offer like a sponge.
And look, I know as much as the next guy that life can be tough, and it can be hard to want to wake up like that every day, because it isn’t realistic. But to me, neither is the blanket ignorance to how we can make our lives as fulfilling as possible, without worrying about the consequences to follow- not to say that people who identity with the “last day” philosophy are like that. I’m not suggesting we revert back to babyhood when words and language and sentiments meant sweet nothing to us; but think of every day as the birth of the you that exists today. Can you take what you learned yesterday, limit your expectations for this day and just see what happens as a fresh and clean slate?
So, my friends, don’t end your chapter where you are. Don’t rush to write it too, just live each day like a fresh new page in your beautifully complex story.
Xo