Write your obituary

Every single year on the 31^st of December I will attend my funeral until the day I die…

Ok, let me elaborate a lil bit on that and give a bit of insight:

Hey I know the people are a bit sceptical about the topic because of teachings of our different African cultures, but hey. Let’s play dumb for a few minute and think outside the box.

I don’t know why scientist have been trying to build a time machine while it has always been there, yes, your own imagination, the ultimate time machine. With that in mind, let’s time travel. In 60 seconds I want you to close your eyes for a minute or two, I want you to imagine your own funeral. Yes the day we all dread, I want you to travel there. When you get there, I want you to look around, who is there, what are they wearing, what was for lunch, what are they saying about you. Are they crying sincerely or are they just grieving for ‘compliance’. Are they celebrating your life, or they are mourning because they feel you haven’t lived or had no impact on anything on Earth. Your wife and kids, is their future taken care of or does she have a worried look on her face about all the debt you left her with. What about you personally, are you happy about what they are saying and what you see. After the time-travel movie, please come back and continue reading… And your few minutes start NOW!!!

OK, I don’t know about you but my funeral was weird AF:

My wife was there, looking beautiful as ever, but she had a pissed off face as if she had just bitten a piece of shit or something. So as I looked around wondering why, I saw all my side dishes, sitting in one row, looking sexy AF, you don’t wanna know what they said about me. But damn, what life was I living? My lovely wife can’t even grieve for me, she has to deal with all the drama. The bitches must fall.
My friends were drunk, I must have died an alcoholic for them to have the balls to pitch up at my funeral intoxicated, it must have been our thing, and how we roll. Ok Alcohol must fall.
My kids had some of relief on their faces, maybe I was beating them too much. The older one’s lips were black, and he looked as high as a madafakha. My youngest daughter in her teenage years has a tattoo that says “fuck the life” on her neck. WTF, what kind of parent was i??? Was I even around or was I busy up and down claiming I “doing it for them”. This reminded me of a song “cat’s in the cradle”, damn, I definitely have to change in that department.
Some lawyer just packed in a silver grey Mercedes Benz (C63 AMG) and walk out with a brown envelope, is it my will and life cover, or is it my bills and an eviction note for my wife. WTF!!!My movie scared the sh*t out of me, I definitely have to change…

The point of our time-travel was not to scare you about death, it was just to raise this question in your consciousness:

Is what you are doing today contributing to the future you want???

Mine was “No”, and luckily since I am still living in the presents I still have some power over my life. So if I was not happy with what I saw I still have the power to change it.

Which is why I had a retrospect and an introspect view of myself. I analysed my ways of living, and slowly picked the department where change is needed. I formulated plans and drew up implementations plans that could help achieve the life I want in the future. So from now on my life will be trial and error, but with a purpose. I now know where I want to be, it’s just a matter of finding the way there.

My advice to you is to write your obituary the way you want it to be… Update it at the end of each year. Don’t worry about a bad omen or some sort of curse, well am not, I know a great sangoma, I recommend you find one. My point is, this “obituary” of yours will be a great tool to measure if your life is going where you want it to go, are you achieving what YOU want and have always dreamt of in life.

Wherever you are and wherever you do, DO NOT FORGET TO LIVE IN THE MOMENT. Hey shit happens, no one has guarantees, but anyway:

“Your future is in your hands”

- M Hlazo