There’s a question that has been in my heart lately: What if we lived every day as if it were our last? Not in a frantic, bucket-list-checking kind of way, but with a deep sense of presence and appreciation for the fleeting beauty of life.

I’m learning—slowly, imperfectly, but surely—to savor the ordinary moments that make up the fabric of my days. These aren’t the headline-grabbing experiences or Instagram-worthy adventures, but the small, sacred rituals of everyday life. Like the joy of a perfectly brewed cup of coffee. Or the quiet intimacy of getting lost in the pages of a really good book, where time seems to stand still. Or simply sitting down to a meal that nourishes not just the body but also the spirit—a meal shared with loved ones or even enjoyed alone, accompanied by gratitude.

Nature has become one of my greatest teachers in this practice. A walk outside, no matter how short, reminds me to marvel at the world around me. These are the moments that remind me that life doesn’t have to be extraordinary to be profound.

Living as if today were my last doesn’t mean throwing caution to the wind or abandoning plans for the future. It’s about anchoring myself in the here and now, fully alive to the beauty of what is. It’s choosing to see each moment as a gift.

What would it look like for you to live this way? Maybe it’s taking an extra second to look someone in the eyes when you say “I love you.” Maybe it’s putting your phone down to truly listen to the sound of rain outside your window. Or maybe it’s simply allowing yourself to slow down, to breathe, to be.

The truth is, we don’t know how many days we have. But we do have this one. And if this is our last day—our one wild and precious day—how will we spend it?

For me, I’ll start with a cup of coffee and a moment of gratitude. How about you?