We only get one shot at this.
There is no second act.
One morning we will wake up for the last time. We won’t know it, but it will be our last sunrise. Our last breakfast. The last time we see our lover’s face.
We won’t know, of course, that these things are happening for the last time.
What if the universe allowed us to know which day would be our last? Would we want to know?
Would things be different? Would we be more present? Would we make different choices?
Our wish is to have many, many more mornings. More chances to live our life to the fullest. And I certainly hope we each live very long lives.
But – in so many ways – all we have is today.
One sliver of action in a one act play that we call our life.
If we were watching our life unfold on stage, would we be happy with what we see?
If the answer is no or probably not, here’s the thing – we can rewrite the script, edit the dialogue, bring different actors and actresses into our world and have the day that we want to have.
And by changing this day, we change the way our own little play ends.
Here’s to the happiest of endings to your one act play.