What if…


   today was the last day I lived ?


Reminding myself again of the old morning habit,

which appears to be worth making current again,

to ask myself:

HOW would I do what I do today,

if in fact this were my last day (as it could be!) ?

Not “what would I do?”, to be clear. But HOW ?

This seems to be a good way

to start the day with perspective,

with love for the things that really matter to me,

and with a “ready, aim, fire” approach to living.


“Making an effort to learn how to use techniques of food, hormones, light, activity, etc., is similar to the effort needed to work with a psychologist, and the effort itself is part of the therapy—the particular orientation of the psychotherapist isn’t what’s therapeutic, it’s the ability to participate in meaningful interactions, that is, the ability to provide a situation in which the person can practice being human. When people start thinking about the things in their life that can be changed, they are exercising aspects of their organism that had been atrophied by being in an authoritarian culture. Authoritarians talk about protocols, but the only valid ‘protocol’ would be something like ‘perceive, think, act.’ ” ~ Ray Peat