I was being asked, very kindly, on what would I do if I only have one week remaining to live?
Upon what speculation should I draw the source from in order to answer this question? Or by what stimulation should I put myself into in order to perceive the tensioning atmosphere? And, who, would drift into my desperate mind of panic and terror?
I am being informed, rather plainly, that I have one week to live. And then, it is all going to be concluded by a period mark, rather plainly.
Clock is ticking fast as I write these words, rather consciously, I become to aware the irreplaceble existence of time, and, of life; with only traces of scribble lying, rather faintly, on the back of a movie ticket of my life.
What would I do? What am I going to do? After such a detour in the jungle of thought and text? Never before the numbers on a movie ticket would mean so much to me, as if they start to count down the week of a life in the movie, and the movie of my life.
If there is no if, and if there is no if, One Week, is more than enough to live a beautiful life.
It is only for me to come to know, life should be lived in the absence of "if".
And Ben Taylor speaks, rather silently, "To strive, to seek, to find. And not to yield."
It is also only for me to come to know, life is heard when silence prevails.......