A question asked in the moment before a head-on collision, used to demonstrate the clarity of mind and purpose exhibited by men who have made their peace and live only to execute the plan.
Tyler Durden: Guys, what would you wish you’d done before you died?
Steph: Paint a self-portrait.
The Mechanic: Build a house.
-from the movie Fight Club.
I can relate. I woke up in a strange place Saturday morning. It was my own bed. Recognizing an opportunity to do other than serve humankind I put on my swimming trunks before I made coffee.
I drank it on the way to the Wakulla river. My friend, colleague, and house guest was with me and five minutes after slipping kayaks into the river he says, “Check it out Diggity, fat dolphins!”
He may or may not have said that, but he was right. The fat dolphins were out and playing. One, covered with scars, looked at with his woeful gaze and I thought, “Don’t give me that woeful gaze, you don’t know the kind of month I’m having.” A few lashes to swim in the river all day and eat? Doesn’t sound so bad to me.
When you have little or no time available, priorities become clear like spring water. It doesn’t have to be a pending car crash, it could be the price of keeping your word and earning a living that steals your time.
The next morning I did it again. I woke up and rode off to the park to ride bombing great singletrack with Mystery (that crazy un-tameable stallion). The Cadillac trail was a real pleasure- if pleasure was a lot like a kick in the ‘nads. All the same the bike felt great and I felt pretty good myself due to my extended wagon ride.
I seem to have a similar brief window this evening and look, I’m spending some it with you people. I have to shine my head and iron my guayaberas before I go to Miami tomorrow.
What would you wish you’d done before you died?