A Hundred Years To Live...

If I have ten years to live, I would treasure my childhood days before my eleventh birthday.

If I have twenty years left to live, I would spend my days exploring teenage life with its ups and downs.

If I have thirty years to live, I would love to own a car and drive my fiancé around the best places in town.

If I have forty years to live, I would settle down in my comfort zone, see my kids grow up and enjoy life with my wife despite heavy loads of work.

If I have fifty years to live, I would plan for my retirement and my kids’ future.

If I have sixty years to live, I would be standing by the aisle witnessing that my kids are now adults ready for marriage.

If I have seventy years to live, I would have probably spent my old age in the place I have always dreamed of with my wife.

If I have eighty years to live, I would see my grandkids approaching teen life.

If I have ninety years to live, I would have written my will realizing that my health is deteriorating.

If I have only a hundred years to live, just minutes before I draw my terminal breath, I would look back on my sweet childhood memories, on what I have achieved throughout my life, on the people I get along with, on the moments when I find my true love, on the ceremony and oath I took with my wife, on seeing my kids’ smiles, on how much my kids have grown, on the day when I have to let go of my kids whom have reached maturity and adulthood, on the places I have ever want to be with my wife, on realizing how time flies now that I see my teenage days in my grandkids, on knowing that death is fast approaching, on how much I have enjoyed my life fulfilling my dreams now that I am prepared to leave with no burden to carry, on how the people around me will cry upon my funeral despite my relieved smile.

If you only got a hundred years to live, what would you do?