I think about my death often.
It’s one of the main reasons I am driven to get most out of life.
And while I still am among the living, I will hunt for the perfect day. And have as many of those as I possibly can.
It looks like this:
I’d wake up at dawn, give my wife a hug and sneak outside to our deck looking out over the Balinese jungle. I slip into our infinity pool and take in the breathtaking views while listening to the birds and the trees.
After a short swim in the pool, I dry myself off and get back inside. I hug my beautiful wife who just got out of bed, we slip into our soft white gowns and prepare some Blue Mountain coffee with Jamaican rum cream.
The house fills itself with the aromas of roasted coffee beans and we both go outside to lounge on the deck.
After a lovely morning chat, we prepare pancakes and some fresh fruit for breakfast. We play some chess while having our breakfast (Ash hates chess, but hey… it’s my perfect day – I do what I want).
Next up, I pack my bag, bind my surf board on the roof of my car, kiss my wife goodbye and drive down to the beach. I surf the waves for about two hours, until my arms can’t paddle anymore. Then I freshen up and change clothes in the bathroom of a local beach bar and drive to town.
Here I have a fantastic lunch at one of the best vegan restaurants in town.
I meet up with a client to update them on the progress of their new marketing plan. It’s going well, the work is both challenging and exciting, and it’s starting to pay off.
After a firm handshake to conclude our meeting, I work on some of my other projects while sipping on freshly squeezed fruit juice through a paper straw.
At 5 PM I head out to a local restaurant to meet up with Ash and some friends of ours for dinner and drinks.
After a light meal and a spectacular sunset, we all head home and prepare for today’s main event: a small scale EDM event on a secluded beach just out of town.
For the second time that day we get together with our friends.
We have deep conversations with the moonlit ocean as our backdrop. Afterwards we dance until our feet hurt.
Me and Ash get in a taxi and drive home. Exhausted, but happy.
Once home, we drop ourselves on our bed. I whisper ‘I love you’ and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
It was a lovely day.
In a way I already had my perfect day. All of these elements, I already experienced them in a similar way, but on separate days.
And because of that, I consider my life complete.
Well, if you are reading this after I passed away… please make sure my funeral is a celebration of life, and have everyone wear colourful socks.