(Elisa from Isolation/identity project)
“We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.
1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.”
I’ve only got 15 minutes to write my story? Better type fast. First thing I’m going to do is grab my husband’s hand, run out the front door and head outside. I want to look up to the sky and feel the sunshine on my face. The overwhelming feeling is confusion/fear/anger and, finally, gratitude. Thankful that I connected to friends and family. That I experienced love and grief and the full gamut of emotions. Thankful I traveled to so many places and saw amazing sights. That I’ve heard someone sing, that I know the taste of chocolate, that I’ve done a handstand. That I had my one moment in this brief existence we call life.