Why Wait?

When I die

I want you to climb the highest mountain you see.

As you set your ice axe upon the peak and plant your flag, think:

he should have done this.

When I die

I want you to call my mom each day

tell her how magical she is.

I want you to

make her smile.

And when you feel her happiness, you shall think:

He should have done this.

When I die

I want you to build a company

write a book

fly a plane, do loop de loops

play outside in the summer


as loud as you can

for no reason.

I want you to call every woman I’ve ever been with

and thank her for loving me

in that beautiful special way that only women can.

I want you to hold a new love close


her breath on your neck

eyelashes on your cheek

soft murmurs

and think

he should be doing this.

When I die

I want you to come to my funeral with a pickaxe

rip apart the coffin

pull me out

shake me awake

and point out life






and say: “Go!  Do this.”

(I wrote this over two years ago, shortly after making a vow that changed my life.  Amazing the difference a simple commitment makes over time.  Still, a damn nice reminder…)

21 thoughts on “Why Wait?

  1. Awesome 🙂 it is something we should read everyday to remind us that time is waiting fo noone and we should live our dream each and everyday !

  2. Looks like we have to die many times in our life to experience a new birth and new life.

    Challenges in life are beautiful things. And depression is wonderful gift which is forcing us to continuously grow in life.

    Life is beautiful 🙂

  3. This is beautiful. Your writing is not beautiful despite your fears, it’s beautiful because of it. I’ve missed your writing. Welcome back! 🙂

  4. Dear Kamal, Thank you so much for sending me the link to your poem. When I wrote to you on Thursday night, knowing especially that you were traveling, and not wanting to assume anything, I watched Glenns’ interview with you from Thursday, again. I pause the show and wrote and pause the show and wrote to get all of your poem on paper! It’s so beautiful and so profound that I could not contain myself from crying! Beautiful things do that to me! Again, thank you so very much! Sincerely, Kathleen Wickizer

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