The Last Hour

It’s funny

how time really does speed up

when you want it to stop.

How an hour at work can feel like a day,

but a day at Disneyland can feel like an hour.

People always say, “Live everyday like it’s your last.”

But what happens when that day actually comes?

What am I supposed to do?

There are 24 hours in a day,

and yet never enough hours in the day.

So how do I spend the last hour?

I could eat my favorite food or snack.

That could be nice.

Go out eating something I love.

Or should I try something I’ve never had

or always wanted to try?

Experience something new.

But what should I choose?

There’re so many things I haven’t tried

...but I don’t have the time to choose.

And what if I hate it

or it makes me sick?

Not exactly how I would like to spend my last hour.

No food.

What else is there?

Do I tell that guy, I’ve liked him for weeks?

Do I go off on my manager?

Do I call every single family member and tell them, “I love you”?

But is that enough?

What good will it do either of us if I confess now?

I can’t bring him with me.

What if he’s already taken?

If I go off on my manager, will they themself change?

Will I just make things worse for my co-workers,

or will I actually make things better?

As for my family, even if I call them,

will a simple “I love you” be enough?

Will they feel and understand just how much I love them with those three words?

So many questions that I won’t know the answers to.

It seems all I’ve done in this last hour is reflect on what I should’ve done.

I’m at least grateful for the things I have done.

But now, it feels as though they weren’t enough.

So, I guess they were right.

Live everyday like it’s your last.

Because the last thing you want at the end...

is regrets.