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Some thoughts on the day after the First Day of the Rest of Your Life.

Dawn of the 2nd Day
I have no idea who came up with the phrase "today is the first day of the rest of your life".
For all I know it was someone who was fed up with carpe diem. Or just didn't like Latin in general.

The thing is, that concept also applied to yesterday, the ones before that and any that follow.
Maybe for your final day on earth it's inapproriate to apply this statement, given that day is going to be
"the last day of the rest of your life". There certainly is consolation in that sentiment. 
The wait is over. No more of 'that'.

On the other, going with the theme, how does one single out a particular day as the first of...
What if one needs to sleep over that decision - it does seem like a life-changing one after all. 
Does having a good sleep that night carve it in stone? 
What if it was a bad night? I mean what with the moon and the people affected by it?
Are you in a position to reconsider?
What if there was an earthquake? A burglary, a housefire? 
Force majeure I s'pose. 

What would it take for one to reconsider the assertion, though?
Just run with it... c'est la fucking vie, eh?


Too many questions... The game of life...

Let's say you just finished your education, or reached legal age, the 'real' life begins and you 
proclaim the following morning "this is THAT day".

What if you get married? Have children? End up in a wheel chair? Or else....?

The point being that whatever led to the first declaration, can happen again and worse. 
Does it ever end? Of course it does - the day before the last one - but you won't know until it's too late.
You never bloody know, do you?

Say one morning you wake up - and like a mantra you tell yourself the same old spiel. 
Then , boom, half an hour later drop dead. Heart attack at the age of 19 - too early, such a shame, 
you had your whole life still ahead of you - at least that's what you told yourself when you opened your eyes a mere 30 measly minutes earlier. 
And as you draw your last miserable, desperate breaths - will it occur to you that this was the day you were wrong?
More wrong than anything else you were ever wrong about?

It gets worse; what if you die in your sleep - you are likely to miss the opportunity to requalify that day. 
What if you're an early sleep and it his you bang as the clock strikes midnight? 
Which was the last day - the first of the rest of... that's behind you - or the one that just broke as you expired?

The other question that last paragraph raises is this:
Let's assume that as you die your whole life (or at least the highlight reel) flashes before your eyes - 
that's at least a myth so popular that it might be common expectation (as for me, I'll find out when I get there, and I'd only take a dead person's word for it in the meantime).
What if you indeed die in your sleep - all peaceful and calmly breathing and that - are you going to miss out on finding what's happening in front of your mental eye? Does it appear to you as though you're dreaming? 
Can you tell the difference?
Is it going to be like a lucid dream - expect it's the opposite of a lucid dream and that you'll fully aware it's happening?

Admittedly I am the curious type, but I am also the patient type (among a bunch of other types, mind you). 
When I die one day - that part is inevitable - I'll find out - and should I still be able to access/modify this page I'll add a P.S. to the bottom ('cause then you could take a dead guy's word for it).

In the meantime, as far as I can tell, today and tomorrow and the day after (just like the ones before) it's just another umpteenth day in of the rest of a life that began decades ago and I could not possibly be arsed to count them - I do, after all,
consider myself a human being - not a fucking calendar.
That's one thing I am certain of: I am not a calendar.