So I figure this question has been asked alot. But what would y’all do on ur last day on earth.?
I’ve thought about this alot, & what I come up with are things that im sure will remind me of how great the world can be. And then I will convince myself to not do it. Get in a slump some time in the future and want to cease to breath again. And once again play this whole freakin cycle over again. So I wonder if having a form of a bucket list is a good thing, or should one stay in the current state of mind and slip away to infinity. Or should I just get off my fucking ass and do the things I know make me happy. I wish it was that easy right, maybe if mental illness wasnt such a big part of my life then thats what I could do. But alas mental illness and addiction have ruled and ruined me.
Mmmm…this was supposed to be an open question. So what would u do on ur last day on earth?.
My list..
Paddle out at sunrise and surf my favourite break. Alone.
Eat a massive feed at a seafood restaurant.
Drive a really fast expensive car. Super fast.
Watch the sunset.
Hug my mum. Nephews and nieces.
Kiss my wife.
Play my guitar.
Then leave.
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Eat the rest of the fucking cheese cake in the fridge. All 6 pieces.
Put a sign round my neck:
FREE F***S
LAST CHANCE
I would probably also research how to say “goodbye” in multiple languages, so I could sound cool. Then I would say bye to everyone I met.
I think the cheese cake would already be gone in my fridge!! Zero self control.
Me too XD
Have a nice meal, maybe go out the night before and some fun, say goodbye to my family, get super drunk and get it done.
Kiss my wife and girls. Paddle out as far beyond safety as possible and let the ocean have me
This sounds good after I eat all the cheesecake.
I never really had visions about a spectacular final day. Blowing money doesn’t make sense to me, I would give what I have to my sisters. I had always planned to do it deep into the Appalachian mountains, where I would be dirt before anyone found me. Getting there would probably be like any other day. I’ll get off work for the last time, sit in rush hour traffic and be late to my own suicide. Of course I’ll have forgotten the implements so I turn back home and stop for coffee and head for the gym since I’m already here. Then I go home, sleep and try again tomorrow
I will take a long walk in the winter with a nice bottle of wine or two to make my feelings melt so happy I will be, getting myself lost in mountains, deep snow and memory and all the trees will be there with me so I wont feel alone or afraid, when the night falls and tired I will be, will find a nice spot by one lonely tree, where my journey ends, before I close my eyes and fall asleep, the view of stars and space the last thing I will see.