Relive one day, today, everyday

Imagine you’re 90 and just died. But because you were a good person you got to live a single day of your life all over again.

You chose to come back in your 40s, when your child was still a kid.

You woke up, in shock.

OMG I’m back. I’m really back.

Then you hear your kid run into your room and hug you. Your kid. Still a preschooler. Not the middle aged adult you knew seconds before. He jumps onto your bed and snuggle and hug.

You could almost cry at this point. And you see your wife, still sound asleep, and you rush to hug them both. A little too tightly. We’re now young again. None of the aches, pains, meds, wrinkles. 40s is super young when you were just 90 years old just minutes ago.

Then you wake, make breakfast. Things were spilled, food eaten too slowly, there were some whining and dining. But you were back. Back to this moment. There’s nothing to complain about. You savoured every mess, every moment throughout the day, even though you lost it once too many times the first time you did this when you were actually in your 40s.

Nothing really matters now.

And when bedtime comes. You read books with your kid. This time, you read slowly. And when your kid asked, yes, you re-read it again. And again, and again. Gladly. Gratefully. Until he fell asleep in your arms. For the very last time.

Then, you went to sleep, snuggled tight with your wife. For the very last time.

Deep with gratitude and love, you drift back into that nothingness that is death.

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Now hold this day in your head.

Every day.
Every moment.
Relive your one day, today, everyday.

Onwards.