Last night, I was flipping through the movie choices on Netflix, and came across the Canadian-made movie “One Week.” The movie centers around a young man who finds out he has terminal cancer and that his days are numbered. This prompts him to purchase a motorcycle and drive across Canada to buy himself time before starting cancer treatment and “becoming a patient.”
This movie got me thinking about my own life and how I live. It really made me think how I spend almost everyday of the week waiting for it to be 4:00PM on Friday. Living for the weekend. Everything I want to do, like go for that hike, or venture out of town to spend an evening drinking Starbucks and reading books in a big comfy chair at Chapters, I put off doing during the work week.
I don’t have enough time.
I have to work tomorrow.
I need to get to bed at a decent hour (which rarely, if ever, actually happens).
I don’t live during the week. I merely go through the motions, all the while anticipating the arrival of Friday evening when I can actually begin living for two days.
So what exactly would I do if my days were numbered?
I sure as heck wouldn’t be laying on the couch, flipping through Netflix options, no matter what day of the week it is!
I would get up early enough to watch the sunrise.
I would throw my iPhone from the top of my apartment building and watch it shatter, all the while rejoicing in never having to answer another e-mail or text message. Ever. Again.
I would sit on the patio of a little coffee shop for hours with a warm mug of coffee cupped between my hands, and a pile of magazines sprawled out on the table.
I would write you a 2-page letter and finally tell you that I love you and adore everything about you. Your grey hairs. Your goofy sense of humour. Even the fact that you have absolutely no fashion sense what-so-ever. I find it all endearing.
I would stop worrying about the mileage on my truck, or how quickly I’m getting to my destination, and just drive.
I would set out in an ocean kayak and take in the smell of the sea and the surroundings. I would kayak until my arms feel like two rubber poles that can no longer go.
I would hike with my best friends and stop frequently to take pictures. No timing how quickly we make it to the top and back down.
I would sink my hands and feet into sand while looking out on a pristine body of water.
I would sit down with my parents and enjoy a glass of wine and ask them both a gazillion questions about their lives.
I would sit out on my deck surrounded by candlelight and watch the sunset.
I would kiss and let the butterflies take over.
What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live?