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If you knew you had five years to live, what would you want most to do?
What are you afraid of most of all? Or more accurately, what are you afraid of not accomplishing? For me it's not fulfilling any of my potential.
-- Lisa Nichols (firstname.lastname@example.org), November 15, 1999
I suppose I should answer my own question. I think, right now, I'd move heaven and earth to get my butt back in college and get a degree. And I'd travel as much as I possibly could. I'd work on getting all the things done that keep me awake and make me conscious of the clock ticking.
And I think I'd stop worrying so much about what other people think of what I've done with my life.
-- Lisa Nichols (email@example.com), November 15, 1999.
If I knew I had five years to live I think I would go out and do a bunch of hard core sports -- you know, stuff like swimming with sharks and riding a bike in LA trafic. Afterall, if you know for sure you acutally have 5 years then a lot of fear could go straight out the window.
Of course, to answer the question the way it was intended.... I don't know. I don't think that much would change one way or the other. I can say for damn sure I'd worry less about getting a job. Afterall so long as you can scrounge up enough money to slide you through, what would it really matter?
-- Brand Robins (Brand_of_Amber@hotmail.com), November 15, 1999.
I think, that if I only had five years left in my life, the most important thing I would want to do is have a baby. I know, why bring a new life into the world if you're going to leave her so soon. (Let's say I have a girl for the sake of argument, shall we? "It" is so impersonal, and this is a very personal topic.) Why would I have a baby? It's as easy as it is complex. I had a horrible mother. Simply rotten. I won't go into it here, but as mother's go, mine wasn't going to get Mother Of The Year anytime soon. We haven't spoken in roughly ten years. I want to endow onto someone, my child, the uncondishional love I was denied by my own. I want to prove to myself, as well as my own mother even if it's only symbolic and she never knew, that children are INDEED, precious. I would keep an audio/visual journal for her, so that when she was older, I could explain exactly why I did what I did; why I gave the last five years of my life to her. I want someone in this world to know, even if it was for only five years, that no one could have loved them more then I would my daughter.
-- Laura Bishop*Roby (firstname.lastname@example.org), November 15, 1999.
Try to make sure Jamie and Eric got into a managed care type thing where Barb could visit, but wouldn't have them there all the time.
I would make sure Barb knew how much I loved her, and how I hated to leave her.
Hmmmm. Not too exciting. Yet needs to be done.
Al of Nova Notes.
-- Al Schroeder (email@example.com), November 15, 1999.
Drop out of school. Rekindle all my vices. Call up old flames. Find new flames. Kiss as many people as possible. Play Hamlet. Play Puck again. Hell, I've got five years -- play Oberon, too. Celebrate each Samhain wildly. Jump the bonfire. Backpack through Europe. Start speaking like I'm writing online, rather than trying to be tactful in front of people. Die in Ireland. And just in case, practice my Twister game (it worked for Bill and Ted, didn't it?).
I'm not afraid of dying, and I really don't have anything I want to accomplish: save that when I /do/ die, I want to be able to look back and say that I lived true to my own soul's desires. Afraid? Perhaps of ending not with a bang, but with a whimper. ;) But that's all.
-- James. (firstname.lastname@example.org), November 15, 1999.
This is a tough question for me...but here are the things I want to do before I die whenever that is...
-- Sarah (email@example.com), November 16, 1999.