What If The Mayans Are Right?

What if the Mayans are right? What if we have two months to live? What if they are wrong and after Dec 21st life goes on? The real question here is why does it matter? Why aren't we living every single moment like it's our last. If the Mayans are right and I had two months to live, these are things I would do the same, do differently, and just do.

I would still incorporate Yoga into every day. I would still show compassion to everyone I meet. I would continue driving the speed limit. I would still cook every night. Buttercream frosted candles would still be burning in my bedroom. I would continue to watch Revenge and see if Emily finally reveals her identity. I would still watch Modern Family once on Wednesday nights and again on Thursday mornings. I would continue to paint my nails a different color every day. I would continue with my nightly skin routine and continue waking up smiling and positive excited about each new day.

I would drop out of college. I would live life.

I would call everyone I had a falling out with, best friends from high school, boys I may have messed with their heads, anyone I had unkind thoughts about I would like one more conversation to either justify my thoughts or rectify them. I would try pot just once, yes I have never done any kind of drug. I would fly to Europe and kiss a gorgeous brit in a "pub." I would buy 25 random strangers anonymous gifts. I would read Markus Zusak's The Book Thief all over again. I would learn to snowboard. I would skydive.

I would go to India.

I would do Yoga and indulge in Indian cuisine. I would eat without counting calories or looking at health labels. I would get a labrador and name him Teddy and spend a full day at the beach with him. I would teach Yoga to troubled youth so they can live their last two months with self love. I would treat my parents to an amazing meal. I would stalk Michael Buble and make him meet his adoring fan, Granny.  I would marry my little cousin off to her crush Nathan Sykes. I would write a letter to my parents and thank them for being so kind and wonderful and fun with me.

I would sense things differently.

I would spend a whole day with my eyes closed and live life with my other senses. I would write every day in a journal. I would anonymously leave roses on peoples cars with a note saying "stop and smell the roses." I would dye my hair tips hot pink and buy a bold shade of red lipstick. I would purchase the Urban Decay Naked 2 pallet and eat gummy bears for a week straight. I would swim with dolphins and mimic their smiles. I would get "namaste" tattooed on my wrist.

I will live.

I am going to start doing these things now, perhaps I wont drop out of school, since I graduate in December. Perhaps I wont fly right away to India or stalk Michael Buble. But there are simple things that I will do differently. I will get my golden lab and name him Teddy. I will teach Yoga to troubled youth. I will not get a tattoo but I will live everyday as if Namaste was tattooed all over my body. I want to drink life. I want to drink it like really expensive hazelnut milk that expires soon. I will be fully nourished by life so that if by some crazy chance, the Mayans were right, when December 21st rolls around, I will say to myself: "I lived, I really lived."