Tomorrow Isn't Promised

I watched the movie Collateral Beauty today and something hit me hard.

“Tomorrow isn’t promised.”

I heard that and the water works were in full force. A little over a decade ago, whenever I thought about how long I’d have to live, I’d subtract from one hundred. Years passed and mortality became apparent. All of a sudden I choke down the idea that at 23, maybe I’ll get another sixty years if I take care of myself. One step further. I realize that I can die today, tomorrow or the next day. I have no control and there are no guarantees.

I think to myself, I’m living for the future. If this was my last 24 hours on earth, I would most certainly be spending it differently. God, I’d feel free.

Being coached made me aware of the fact that freedom is all about my mindset. I apply for jobs in New Jersey because that’s where I currently reside but why can’t I apply for jobs in California, Texas, Washington? Because I do not allow myself to. I create a safe cage. Adorned with fairy lights, pillows, and cozy throw blankets. That cage sure sounds inviting. At the end of the day, it’s still a cage.

I get the fact that we have to be responsible and have this pleasantly packaged 5-10 year plan and all. I just think we’re all making them because we’re afraid of what would happen if we didn’t. Make the 5-10 year plan out of love, not fear. But also allow yourself to feel free to live today.

I’ll cut you some slack. If you had 24 days to live, how would you spend them? Who would you spend them with? What would you pursue? What would you be living life for?