Today I took upon myself trying the following exercise. I attempted going through the day performing every task, chore and assignment, as if it would be the last time I will ever be experiencing it.
Conceptually it is nothing new – the idea of living the moment, living in the moment, as if I have a limited time left to live, which we all practically do, however long that may be. But I do not think I ever actually put it to practice this way.
Thus every trivial item received a new meaning: maybe this piece of lettuce is the last I will ever taste; this almond, this cup of coffee.
Maybe answering my child’s nagging questions will be the last time I will ever hear his voice.
Maybe this breath of air I just inhaled is my last.
It matters not what may be the reason for my unexpected departure; whether it is a sudden death, or being taken away to be locked for life in a North Korean jail (or, alternatively, in a Sochi’s Olympic village bathroom…) What matters is that whatever I do right now, may be the last time I will ever experience it.
Admittedly such practice is hard to maintain for long. It is so easy to forget this set of mind and drift back to the routine, the mundane way of being. But every so often I remind myself of this exercise and give it a try. I actually made the following note and hang it atop of my computer screen, since this is where I spent a good portion of my day (my work involves conducting business online):
After all, it is even possible, though unlikely, that this will be the last post I will ever write…
Thus, till next time, I wish you farewell!
Learned from: this moment