“What if this was your last day on earth?” (standard:other, 1138 words)
Author: Natalia	Added: Jul 05 2002	Views/Reads: 6078/2358	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It's my last day on earth, and I have to decide what I want to do with the time I have left. What would you do? Where would you spend it? What one thing would you take with you? Have you chosen the same thing as me?

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art gallery would be in my heaven. 

“What if this was your last day on earth?” 

As I move closer to the platform and leave behind the murals and
canvases, I see something completely unnoticed by the people around me. 
Swathes of grimy, travel worn clothes surround one of my statues, a 
statue of a man sitting on the floor. My statue is ignored, as his 
pleading hand is held out to them, followed by an occasional 
questioning voice, in the hope of some silver passing palms. I alone 
see the beauty in the ravaged face, worn by time, neglect and 
hopelessness. I alone know the music his voice is to hear. 

I pull out my worn leather wallet, and find a bundle of crisp paper
notes, still sealed by their elastic band and walk over to my statue. I 
rub the water marked paper between my fingers, admiring the smoothness 
as the multitude of colours I held in my own hand. I walk up to my 
statue, and kneel down to him, looking at into his bleary, uncaring 
eyes. 

The face of my statue when the bundle of money is pressed into his
callused, stained hands, is a thing of beauty. Transformed is the once 
ravaged face, as hope and sheer happiness take over to create a image 
more worthy than that of the Mona Lisa or the Venus De Milo. 

“What if this was your last day on earth...what would you take with
you?” 

This is my last day on earth, and I have chosen the one thing I will
take with me. I will not take my carnival, or my jungle. It will not be 
infinity or the sweet song of a baby's voice. I will not take my art 
gallery or the texture of my life's savings. 

I will take the look on someone's face, when they realised there was
still hope. When they realised they now had something to live for, as I 
did not. The most beautiful sight in the world is the one thing I have 
lost above all others. And that is hope. 

“If this was your last day on earth...did you use it well?” 


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