If you only had two years left to live, what would you do? I'm not trying to be inspiration and I'm not trying to seem sadistic. I'm honestly asking the question. This isn't about the people that you would tell you love them or final wishes, it's simply a question of where you would choose to be and with whom. I only ask because when I think about it myself, sitting in a dorm room in Eugene while the day comes to an end could not possibly be anywhere on the list.
It seems so terribly depressing to me that we live in the routines that we do. I would hate to be so cliche as to wake up each morning thinking of Gandhi's words "live as if you were to die tomorrow..."but I would also hate to die tomorrow having lived this as my last day.
Today, I serve no greater purpose. I attended classes. I love learning, I love lectures in particular, but the classes I attended today are the two classes that I'm taking simply because they are good transfer credits to have. My day today was such a small piece in "my plan," but I didn't bring happiness to myself or anyone else.
My point is that what I want to do isn't what I'm doing. I don't know which is worse, the thought that it's true or the idea that I'm only one of many it's true for.
Maybe, just maybe, you'd like to spend the summer in Montreal or Paris with me?
We could rent month to month using something like http://www.lodgis.com/ and somehow, SOMEHOW obtain work visas. That just seems like the most pleasant thing to do. Work all morning in a cute little bakery or cafe and spend the day walking and reading under the sun. If we can't get visas, maybe we could just go to New York? I don't know, those seem like the best options I could think up if we're going to talk about living the lives we actually desire to wake up living.
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