Here's some words of enlightenment from Robin via
http://robinfinck.com/quest/callandresponse/index.php#youfirstJhon Moro: What do you do if you know that in just a couple of month you are going to die for a strange illness that it's impossible to defeat? I repeated this question in my mind a million time.....now i have few time and i haven't find a answer or something to do before i leave this planet.
Jhon
r ob i n: if this is appearing for you in your life, my heart is with you now.
actually, i've considered this thought before. i wrote something down about a year or more ago, certainly with no mind to post it worldwidewebley. this is what i wrote then, unedited:
if i had 6 months left to live:
i would more openly and willingly and fearlessly integrate myself, my life, and my desires with those i care about.
it would have me ACTING upon right choices and conclusions about my cosmology as opposed to merely secretly endorsing them.
i would choose forgiveness every chance i got.
i would stand in truth only.
i would clean my house less.
i would sing more.
i would worry less. yow.
i would cook food?
i would recognize that my relationships are founded in union with that which is eternal.
my goals would be charged by the fire of love for all of life.
i might could probably hit a monstrous mean streak, tail spin, wipe out, and lose my voice.
and then i'd listen.
i would enjoy my body while i still had the keys.
my efforts and actions would reflect my values.
i would allow others to be exactly who they be.
hmm. i would ENCOURAGE others to be exactly who they be.
i would honor my time spent alone.
i would acknowledge that every space is sacred. all ways.
i would not beat myself up for wandering astray, but celebrate that i am back in my own groove NOW.
i would ensure that each time i parted with another person, however brief, that i leave them in love, joy, and the brilliance of new beginnings and endless possibilities.
for them and for we.
i'd go out and simply have a ball.
why the fuck not?
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my my, how lofty the real for which we long.
all the time scattered and spitting and scratching toward some smudge-less pane.
...what's your list like?