What makes us wait?

I just wondered, what kind of blog post would I write if I knew I was to die in 5 days? Will I write about politics? Or will I be able to write about Cricket? Will I write about some dilemmas? Or will anything at all? Will not my each word touch others; jets of good wishes travel miles in minutes, trying to write on the water for one last time? Will not I be my best?

Let us extend this further.

How would I feel on the last day at my job? (I did that twice) Why employees who leave their jobs because of a ‘bossy’ boss don’t say anything bad about him/her on their last day’s feedback? Will I like to recall all the office politics, or shall I forget all and try to recall only the good and great moments spent there?

How would I feel if I have to leave my city (I did that 5 times). Would I like to recall all the bad experiences I had there, the traffic jams, or the accidents, or the conflicts with my neighbours? Or would I like to recall all the fun I had there with friends? Will not I like to see each and every corner for one last time, to frame each moment in a snap?

How would I feel if my sister leaves our home after her marriage? (I had that once). Would I like to remember all the fights we had, when I got all the beatings? Or the times when she was loved more than I? Or would I like to recall all the games we played, all the immortal moments we shared together, and tears would only reflect what is inside us?

How would I feel if I have to die tonight? How many girls will I say “I love you” to? How many friends will I say “I will miss you” to? How many relatives will I say “Excuse me for what I did” to? How many tears will fall? How many true moments will I live?

If death can be that liberating, what are we waiting for? What makes us wait till we put our papers, before we say thank you to our colleagues? What restricts us from taking note of all the corners and fountains in our city before we have to leave it? What prevents us to make peace with others before they leave us for long? What makes us wait for the moment to say: “I love you”?