Now here’s a question, what would you do if you only had 15 minutes to live?

Its strange how we all worry about the future, where we’ll be, what we’ll be doing, spending our time working hard, squirreling away for a rainy day. Worrying about that decorating that needs doing, thinking maybe we should be saving up for that holiday we promised ourselves. Who do we use our time on? What really would you use those 15 minutes for? I’ve actually sat and pondered on this and wonder would I use it to put my own life in order, would I use it to reassure other people that life beyond me would be ok no matter how much they thought it wouldn’t. Would I use it making sure everything would be ok for everyone else when I’m gone? Or would I give it no thought and just wait for it to happen, bottle of vodka in hand and resigned to my fate… Now just look at that, have I just wasted half those 15 minutes wondering what the hell to do with it?

We plan our lives around so many material things; we spend weeks and months deciding on so many trivialities, how many of us are sat here right now arranging our time, days, months, weeks, even years ahead but what if in 15 minutes there was no time left, what then?

I look around me and see my life and hope that one day it will become what I want it to be… Is that the saddest thing? I sit waiting for it to change, thinking eventually it will, clinging onto hope and never letting go… and now, sat here, I wonder, if there was only 15 minutes left of my life, would I still be clinging to that hope.

Is it really that easy and would I be here reassuring or would I be here thinking about making those changes. Would I bother at all, after all this is just 15 minutes we’re talking about? I wonder, even if it all ended in 15 minutes would I put myself first beyond anything else… and here I am still wondering.

My 15 minutes are up, and life just became a little more real….