Don’t Ask Me Why…

but today I started thinking about the uplifting question

If I knew I were going to die in a couple years, how would I live today? Tomorrow? What would I want to do?

I guess it doesn’t really change anything. My driving goal is still to help people, and to make their day better.

But gosh, if I knew I only had a couple years to do it, I think I would pack up and go to an orphanage. Help those kids build a new life, be the support that they’re supposed to have.

I would also consider going into a large city and opening a pseudo coffee shop, game room, mini library, and a “venting shelter” combined into one. The latter part being something like a psychological shrink’s den, you can come in and just vent and we’d support you. If you’ve ever heard the radio drama “Adventures in Odyssey,” it’d be exactly like Whit’s End. A fun place for kids and adults, and a refuge in the midst of a bustling city.

I’d also write. Maybe a screenplay. Maybe a novel. I feel like I have a lot of things I’d love to share. I just don’t know if they’re worth sharing.

But when the clock is ticking, that doesn’t seem to matter so much.