If you knew you were going to die in 20 days, what would change?

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Wow, look what a deep question that got sent out by the Daily WordPress not too long ago. I think if I knew I was going to die in 20 days, I’m not sure I would tell anyone. People would spend far too long feeling sorry for me, or mourning my death and that would just be wasted time. If I knew for sure that I was going to die in 20 days, I’d probably withdraw all my money and somehow set up funds for my parents and my brother, and then leave whatever is left to a certain charity.

I’d go visit my brother, hang out with my parents, call each of my friends just to say hi (and bye) one last time. I’d try not to dwell on my death and go out and enjoy my life – spend it on all the things that I think would offer a life experience. Go skydiving, go skiing, as long as those things were accessible and close to home. Take long walks by the ocean. Volunteer one of those days. Be with people, with nature, and just to enjoy the last days of my life by experiencing the life around me one last time. I wouldn’t be afraid to stand up for myself and to say whatever came into my mind because well, I’m going anyway.

Oh, and of course I forgot, but I’d quit my job so I’d have the time to do all those things. One of my favorite movies “Last Holiday”, explores the questions a bit – where the main character of Georgia thinks she’s got only a few more weeks left to live and she takes all her life savings out to fulfill her lifelong dream. Always timid and shy, she grows a back bone and stands up for herself, enjoys what she eats and finally takes a few risks to enjoy the life around her. I’d like to think that’s what I’d do similarly as well, except for the fact that I’m no cooking aficionado.

I imagine people would grow to be suspicious of me and my actions, but I really would try to hide it for as long as I could. It’s actually not a question I think of, and really hard to say until I’m actually at that point.

What would change for you?