It’s a cloudy Saturday morning.
The sun is beaming, but the clouds keep it from reaching the people.
A black Lincoln town car moves through the somber streets.
Barely anyone is out yet.
The world is still tucked inside their homes, cherishing the little time they get off from work.
The Lincoln town car is followed by a hearse.
It stops at a red light.
Two kids are crossing the street. Filled with joy and abundance. Grateful for the weekend. The smiles stretch from ear to ear on the faces of the little boys.
The mood inside the Lincoln town car, however, is the exact opposite.
Inside the town car sit your five closest people.
Your mom, sister, brother, father, and girlfriend.
The mascara on your sisters face is running.
Your mothers face looks like it has aged by 3 years these past few days.
Your father and brother sit quietly, keeping to themselves.
Your girlfriend is hysterical.
No one says a word.
The emotions are painted on everyone’s faces.
Nothing needs to be said.
Everything that could ever be said is already known.
The Lincoln town car finally reaches its destination.
The dry and dull streets are soon replaced by all types of people.
Old and young. Rich and poor. Black and white.
Dressed in their black tuxedos and black dresses.
The people greet one another, half heartily.
The fear is on their lips and the tears are in their eyes.
Today is the day to say goodbye. The sudden realization takes over their minds. Today is the last day they will ever see you.
Time is moving, but it cannot be felt. Each moment seems longer than usual.
Even the little boys and girls know something is wrong.
Emotions cannot be contained.
Even the men that pride themselves on their toughness and aura of steel are anything but tough, today.
The heads are down and the tissues are out.
The priest says a few words.
“He came into the world crying and everyone was smiling, he left this world smiling and everyone is crying.”
Your brother rises and proceeds to give a speech.
He talks about all the great times you spent together as little boys, before you grew distant and stopped talking to one another.
He talks about the good old days.
The days spent playing football in the rain and chasing cute girls around the park.
The good old days. How they seem lifetimes away today.
Your brother shares a few more stories, but he can barely see the crowd as the water in his eyes impairs his vision.
He continues on for a few seconds, but stops short.
It’s too much. Too much to handle.
Your best friend from childhood pats him on the back and takes him back to his seat.
The pain is felt by everyone.
You were gone too soon. You never did sprout. The world barely knew you.
Now I want you to imagine one thing.
Imagine just before they put you in the ground, and say goodbye forever, you are given one opportunity.
One opportunity to come back for a day.
You could use this day in whichever manner you please.
You could use it to kiss your mother, thank your father for busting his ass, or you could make peace with your brother.
You could use it to spread warmth and love.
You could use it to do something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to doing because the daily hassles of life kept you from embarking on your journey.
You could spend your 24 hours in whatever manner you’d like.
It’s your day after all.
What would you do?
Well, my friend, today is that day.
Your one opportunity. Your one chance.
Do your future body that will reside in a coffin a favor and take advantage of your one opportunity.
Make the most out of today.
Don’t die with your tunes still inside you.