Today.

1 day. 24 hours. 1,440 minutes. 86,400 seconds. 86,400,000 milliseconds. One day can change your life in so many ways. Nobody knows when, where, or how, you will die. How little time it would take for you to make one wrong turn, one mishap or mistake and your life could be gone. If you knew today was your last, would you smile a little more, or a little less? Would you get up and 'seize the day', or stay home and sleep? Would you spend all day worrying or would you live your life? Would you tell people? Would you spend your day making yourself or others happy? Would you go on an adventure? Would you care more or less about what people thought and said? Would you tell your close friends and family that you love them one last time? Are you sure? The only problem is, you don't know when you will die. You never will. If you could redo anything in your life, would you? I wouldn't. It builds personality, character, defines who I am today. If you died tonight, would you be happy with what you did with your last day on earth? Did you hug anyone today? Have you even smiled today? Were you nice to everybody, whether they deserved it or not? Are you lying to make your self feel better? Don't. It won't matter. What is done, is done. Remember: There is not always tomorrow. To smile more. Somebody is always watching you. What you do, it could change somebody else's life for better, or worse. Do today, what you've always put off until tomorrow. Make every single day different. And ALWAYS smile.

If I were...

If I were a crayon I should think that I would be a rather sharp crayon.
A green one perhaps, with a blue stripe, yes that would be my color. If I were a crayon, I would be everybody's favorite crayon. I would be the crayon that you would want to draw every picture with... every ocean, and every sky.

If I were a book I would be a book with just the right amount of drama, action and suspense, with a twist of romance. If I were a book, would you read my story? I should think that I would be the kind of book that you would want to read over and over again.

If you could be something... what would you be? Would you be a real object? Or perhaps imagine something to be? You decide because dreams are real, and reality is a lie.