—a love letter to life, before it’s too late
We keep saying time is flying, but we live like we’ve got all the time in the world. We stay in jobs that suck the life out of us, surrounded by colleagues we can barely tolerate. We count down to Friday like it’s salvation—only to feel the dread of Monday lurking by Sunday night.
Weekends have become our only taste of freedom.
But is that living?
I asked myself recently: What if today was my last day?
I’m far from my family. They wouldn’t even make it in time. It takes 24 hours for them to reach me.
So here’s what I’d do.
I’d start the day by packing the company laptop and phone, calling a courier to deliver them back to the office.
No goodbyes. Just closure.
Then I’d rent a limousine to pick me up from my favorite coffee shop and take me straight to the airport.
First class ticket to the Maldives.
One night stay at Fushifaru Maldives, booked.
A Beach Sunrise Villa, of course—with sea plane lounge access on arrival. Because if it’s my last day on Earth, then I’m leaving in style.
I’d walk barefoot on the beach, letting the waves remind me of God’s majesty. I’d pray for forgiveness and presence. I’d call my family, face to face. I’d dance. I’d eat divine food and drink the freshest fruit juices. I’d cry happy tears. I’d whisper thank you to the ocean, to the sky, to the poetry of life.
I’d read my favorite poems under the stars, allowing both God’s creativity and human brilliance to wash over me one last time.
That’s my last day
And here’s what struck me:
That day doesn’t include replying to emails.
It doesn’t include holding on to resentment and anger, gossip, small talk, or fake smiles.
It doesn’t include working for someone else’s dream.
It doesn’t include managing people’s emotions or trying to fit in where I don’t belong.
It’s about freedom.
It’s about truth.
It’s about beauty.
It’s about connection.
It’s about being fully alive—as myself.
That’s the kind of life I want. That’s what I’m building. That’s what I’m no longer willing to delay.
This is more than an exercise.
It’s a soul check. A compass reset. A moment of clarity.
So, I invite you—yes you—to try it.
Imagine your own last day.
Where are you?
Who’s with you?
What do you eat, feel, wear, see, taste, say?
💡 Why This Exercise Matters
Doing this visualization gives me clarity. It reminds me of who I am and what truly matters.
When I picture my last day, it’s never about work I don’t care about.
It’s never about chasing money.
It’s never about enduring relationships and situations that I deeply despise.
It’s about freedom, depth, beauty, and connection.
Try it.
Ask yourself: If today was my last day, what would I do?
Where would you go? Who would you be with? How would you feel?
You might just realize…
You don’t want to keep waiting to live.
Let it guide you back to what matters most.
Let it help you remember that life isn’t a rehearsal.
And most of all—please do this monthly. Let it evolve. Let it teach you what your soul craves.
Because what we see in that imagined day is often the life we were meant to live.
Salima
Just me thinking out loud over here