Practice dying.

If one had 6 months left to live....

...One could say things one would never say. One could do things one would never do. One would become a person one wasn't meant to be. One could say everything, do everything. One would have no fears: one would not fear rejection; one would not fear failure; one would not fear...others. One would have limitless boundaries...
...and one could make sure one would not leave full of regrets.

If one had 2 years left...
...One could visit places one would never thought one would go and experience new emotions.

If one had 5 years left...
...One would plan carefully so one would roughly receive a bit of everything: an overview of what one's full life was suppose to be like.

If one had 10 years to live?
....One could plan carefully...so that one would get a bit of everything one was going to get. One would live one's life -just accelerating the normal life-span.

If one had 20 years to live?

if one had 30 years to live?

...suddenly everything becomes worthless...how can one bother to live their life when they know they're going to die anyway - what would one worry about? getting married? a new job -just when everything starts.......it will all end. You make an effort to become closer to your friends? - then leave them mourning over you because you were so good to them. You marry - you leave them behind. You have children - you leave them behind. Yet what if it was what you wanted most? Do you be selfish and go ahead anyway? or would one be selfless and live a solitary life - and just ingest that painful desire for happiness? Let that possible desire stab your mind a thousand times each day. Each time it stings making your eyes water.

The longer we have, the more pain we inflict on ourselves- yet we chose to live longer - to experience more of it. Dying would terminate one's pain - yet we cry because are escaping it.

...so how long should life be? how long should time be?

Why should the definition of time change one's perception of how life should be lived? Why can't one stop this happening? Why should one require the threat of time to live honestly? Why should time be allowed to besmirch the definition of life?

It doesn't. It's one who choses. One is left to make that decision of what time is. It's the biggest test ever. Make the wrong choice and you could suffer the rest of your life.

If one had 6 months left...

...would one chose to live happy or chose to live unhappy?

...One could still say things one would never say. One could still do things one would never do. One would still become a person one wasn't meant to be. One could still say everything, do everything. One would still have no fears: one would still not fear rejection; one would still not fear failure; one would still not fear...others. One would still have limitless boundaries...
...and one could still make sure one would not leave full of regrets.

but is this the right decision?